The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Fortunately, she had made the call away from Qin Baizhou. In the future, it seems when calling Siyu, she should also make sure to avoid Qin Baizhou!

She didn’t take that “wife” nickname to heart. As everyone knows, when boyfriends and girlfriends get along well, they also call each other “hubby” and “wifey.” Jingjing really hadn’t expected Bo Yan calling Siyu “wife” to be meant in the literal sense.

“No!” Siyu was already feeling annoyed and frustrated, and she directly rejected the idea.

Bo Yan thought Siyu was responding to him, and with a light chuckle, he said, “Then I won’t wear clothes coming out. After all, it’s just you in the room, feel free to look.”

Even though she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Jingjing could tell from Bo Yan’s lighthearted tone that he seemed very happy, his lips slightly curved, his eyes sparkling…

“Fuck!” Oh, the woes of being uncultured, a single “fuck” conquers all. Jingjing really needed a moment to process. Even though Siyu rejected firmly, Bo Yan’s response was also very cheerful. If any other man said this, Jingjing would just think it’s casual teasing. But Bo Yan is different; his image in the eyes of the public has always been aloof and indifferent to women. There are even people who think that if you gave him a buzzcut, he could immediately become a monk, that kind of pure and abstinent.

“You dare!” The voice exploded like a bomb, Siyu’s angry roar directed at Bo Yan. Then her voice lowered a bit, “I’ll call you back later.”

And then she hastily hung up.

Jingjing held the phone, frozen for half a minute. Just as she came back to her senses, she got up, “Where’s my medicine? Where are my heart pills?”

On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Siyu, fuming with rage, stomped over to the bathroom door.

The sound of water inside had indeed stopped, and Bo Yan was still speaking, “The towel is on the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. Thanks, wifey.”

Towel my ass! Siyu couldn’t care less about him, she was in the middle of talking to Jingjing, but then Bo Yan inside added another line, “Wifey? Darling? Babe?”

Siyu was furious, wishing she could rush in and shut Bo Yan’s mouth. Not wanting to deal with him yet not able to ignore him, caught in her hesitation, all she could do was seethe, “You just wait for me, bastard!”

Then, irritated, she turned around, opened the wardrobe, and found his towel, before kicking the door, “Open up!”

The bathroom door cracked open a sliver.

Siyu reached out to hand in the towel, but the gap was too small, and she couldn’t get her hand through. Slightly annoyed, she pulled the door open a bit wider.

Just as her hand was reaching in, Bo Yan abruptly pulled the bathroom door open, and Siyu found herself face-to-face with him. This damn rascal, he hadn’t even showered yet, fully clothed, and had tricked her into coming inside!

Then the next second, Bo Yan pinned her against the wall, using his body’s advantage to block her escape route, and calmly said, “The water temperature is already set, wanna join me for a shower?”

Siyu wasn’t about to indulge him, and went straight for a knee raise aimed at his parts!

Bo Yan was already on guard; he quickly stepped back. Seizing the opportunity, Siyu quickly turned to leave but was pulled back by Bo Yan grabbing her arm, “Don’t rush off. Help scrub my back.”