The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

“Huh?” The sudden withdrawal stunned Xia Siyu. She hadn’t expected Bo Yan to retreat completely at this moment, leaving herself in an awkward situation.

Somehow, she wasn’t actually that keen on this. Even less so, on frolicking with Bo Yan. Choosing Bo Yan was firstly because he was too clingy. Secondly, his personal qualities were indeed superior, and apart from this time letting Wei Jingjing know about their relationship—actually, even if he hadn’t said anything, Jingjing probably would have guessed it, there seemed to be nothing else to pick at.

But this feeling of abrupt cessation, like when you’re playing a game and you’re a single enemy away from winning, only for your phone to suddenly die. It wasn’t so much the unwillingness in her heart, but rather this tormenting feeling that was hard to bear.

And the dog of a man, with that satisfied expression on his face, it was simply infuriating!

She knew he was doing it on purpose. Before, he was begging her, but now he had turned the tables. If she wanted him to continue, she’d have to beg him, concede to his terms with substantial compensation, otherwise, he would definitely not carry on.

If he won’t continue, then so be it, who’s afraid of who!

So Xia Siyu also sat back down. The bathtub was large enough to accommodate three people bathing together. But when Bo Yan took his bath, he comfortably stretched out his legs. With a height of 183 cm and a proportionate build, he had very long legs. Stretching out like this, he almost occupied half the bathtub.

Xia Siyu looked at him and got angry, she stretched out her foot and kicked his leg hard. Had it been on dry land, her kick would have hurt a lot. Unfortunately, in water the resistance was great, and her toes playfully touching his leg ended up looking more like a coy invitation.

The kick almost made Bo Yan tremble, but he managed to hold back.

The two of them each took a side of the bathtub, ignoring each other. Xia Siyu turned her head angrily, wanting to drink.

She suddenly realized that Bo Yan had taken over the spot where she had been sitting, one hand scrolling through his phone by the edge of the tub, and with the other hand, he turned the massage jet to the highest setting causing loud gurgling sounds in the water. He was even drinking from her wine glass!

Who allowed him to drink? That was the vintage champagne she had specifically asked Wei Jingjing to buy!

Furious, Xia Siyu “swooshed” over, snatched the wine glass from his hand and gulped down the contents.

Bo Yan wasn’t angry; after she finished drinking, he took the glass from her hand and poured himself a glass. Xia Siyu directly grabbed the bottle, not about to let this bastard take advantage, and decided to down it all in one go!

Bo Yan just watched from the side as she tilted her head back and poured the whole bottle of champagne into her stomach. The alcohol content in champagne isn’t high, but Xia Siyu’s tolerance was even lower. The champagne had been in an ice bucket, so at first, the ice-cold, sweet liquid going down was very comforting, perfectly countering the sluggishness in her brain from soaking too long.

But as she kept drinking, the warmth of the alcohol steamed up in her stomach, in her chest. That heat rushed upwards, kept rushing, all the way to the top, adding to the confusion already in her brain from the bath.

After finishing the drink, she let out a belch and felt slightly dizzy. She initially planned to place the bottle on the side of the bathtub. She had thought it through clearly, but her cerebellum let her hand loosen right above the tub, and the bottle plunged into the water with a plop. And she, the person herself, also tumbled into Bo Yan’s arms.