The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 51: 51 Kissing Scene (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Siyu tilted her head, her gaze unfocused, looking at him with confusion and bewilderment.

Bo Yan thought she had drunk too much and mistook him for someone else, his voice somewhat cold, “You’ve got the wrong person.”

But in the next second, Xia Siyu suddenly slapped him. Perhaps because she was drunk and couldn’t aim properly, the blow landed on his shoulder, “Bastard.’

Bo Yan’s eyes turned frosty, and just after he brushed her ‘paw’ off his shoulder, Xia Siyu swung another hand at him, this time striking his chin accurately.

Then she lifted her chin, glaring with her eyes, her lips likely moist from the alcohol as they shone slightly. She pressed her whole face forward, right up against his. Like a little kitten that had spotted an intruder, she bared her teeth and claws, both fierce and adorable, “What, did I say something wrong? You dead bastard, big bastard, I’m hitting you! Do you know because of you, I’ve been scolded miserably… hic…”

Perhaps it was the alcohol hiccup at the end that made Bo Yan involuntarily frown. He pushed on her forehead with a finger, disdainfully keeping her at bay.

But indeed, today his fans had made her life quite miserable, he paused and spoke seriously, “In the future, don’t be so blunt when you speak. Saying things that easily get you slapped in the face. This time you ran into me, but next time if you again…”

What “again,” he didn’t continue because Xia Siyu suddenly leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder.

And her lips landed just on his neck.

Bo Yan’s body tensed, and with every breath, every swallow, he felt as if enveloped by her warm breath. Xia Siyu rarely wore makeup or used perfume when she went out. Her scent was only that of the sweet fragrance of red wine grapes that surrounded her.

He lived on the top floor of the Qingcheng Apartment, next to which was a vast floor-to-ceiling window. Without pulling the curtains, from nearly forty stories high, one could see the splendid cityscape in the distance. Moonlight and lamplight poured down, gently spreading across her body. In sleep, she was devoid of the usual sharpness and point, even her posture seemed much softer.

For a long time, the world only saw the brash and even tumultuous side of Xia Siyu. She was impervious to both praise and scandal, never caring about others! opinions. No matter how the outside world cursed her, it seemed not to affect her much.

After all, no matter how harshly netizens cursed, they could not invade her personal life.

But stripped of her celebrity identity, she was just an ordinary person, with normal joys and sorrows. Drunk, she’d be noisy; tired and sleepy, she’d collapse in the bathtub; happy, she’d hit him (?) and unhappy, she’d curse at him (?)

However, she wasn’t as strong as she imagined herself to be.

Bo Yan paused slightly, then scooped an arm underneath her and with a swing of his other arm, hoisted her up. The half-drunk, half-awake Xia Siyu obediently extended her hands, wrapping them around his shoulders. Bo Yan carried her to her bedroom and gently laid her down. Just as he was about to get up and pull back the covers to let her rest, Xia Siyu’s hand around his neck didn’t let go, and instead, he was pulled down, falling on top of her, his face close to hers.

In the silent, dark room where only the two of them were present, the body beneath him was warm and soft, with surprising resilience. Even though the central air was gently blowing and the entire room was kept at a comfortable twenty-three degrees, he suddenly felt a bit parched..