The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Although Xia Siyu was still a bit amazed by his physique, she felt somewhat regretful. If those abs and long legs weren’t on Bo Yan, she might have had the chance to reach out and touch them, but since they were on him, she could only look to satisfy her craving.

As for Bo Yan, he seemed to be interested in her body as well. She, of course, had the confidence. Xia Siyu was indeed the most beautiful woman in the entire Chinese-speaking entertainment industry. From head to toe, there wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t good-looking. It was normal for Bo Yan to enjoy looking; it would be abnormal if he didn’t.

Both of them were rational enough to stop at the stage of trading verbal jabs without taking action. Even though his approach made her feel a bit shy and embarrassed, it was a normal stress response for a woman, without any real emotion involved.

The love of beauty is something everyone possesses. The guy might be annoying, but he indeed had a good appearance. They were all artists who had done swimsuit shoots; why would they be afraid of being seen by others or of seeing someone else?

But sleeping later on was different.

During dinner just now, she and Bo Yan monitored each other, and neither drank too much. However, she could handle at least three drinks, while Bo Yan could be floored by two, which he had just done.

Although normally neither of them would overstep their bounds, the problem was, what if he drank too much and did something while drunk?

She was quite satisfied with the current situation and didn’t want to get entangled with him any further.

Besides, he didn’t have any feelings for her either.

Xia Siyu had it all planned out. Although there were two pillows in first class, there was only one blanket. When it was time to rest at night, she would make sure to grab the spot on the inside. She intended to sleep with her back to him, occupying two-thirds of the bed space and rolling up most of the blanket. She would make sure he couldn’t settle in and would have to sleep on the sofa!

She had beautiful thoughts, but in reality, as she was imagining all this, Bo Yan had already finished washing up—and then he took the spot on the inside of the bed, comfortably lying down with his back to her.

This was not according to her plan! Xia Siyu hurried up to him, tugging at his sleeve, “I want to sleep on the inside.”

Bo Yan didn’t give in, “First come, first served.”

Xia Siyu was infuriated. She had always been fierce and never leveraged her identity as a woman to have others do things for her—not that she needed to. Usually, all she had to do was ask, and even if the person was a hater of hers, they would be won over by her looks in real life and willingly help her.

But now she had encountered Bo Yan.

From the very beginning of their acquaintance, it was she who was proactive and he who was passive. The first confession of love, the first kiss, it was all initiated by her. Although Bo Yan did respond, he was always a beat slow.

Later, when they got married and she found out it was him, she was surprised but also a bit relieved. Then she was the one to suggest a relationship where they would not interfere with each other’s lives, independent as husband and wife, and he agreed. Over these three years, they really did not meddle in each other’s affairs, never crossing the line.

But not crossing the line also meant that he would not treat her as his wife, nor would he give in to her.

She didn’t need him to, but his presumptuous tone really irked her.

So you won’t give in, huh, fine.

Xia Siyu simply flipped open the blanket and lay down, right beside him.