The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

After saying that, he didn’t give Xia Siyu a chance to speak, and directly circled her on the sofa…

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With Bo Yan’s commotion, Xia Siyu ended up sleeping until noon, waking up only when the call for check-out came in. She scratched her head and slowly came to her senses.

After waking up, she checked her phone and, sure enough, there was a bombardment of messages. She casually dealt with work, took a quick shower, and tidied up her appearance.

Soon, Wei Jingjing came up to help her pack her things. As the door opened, she wasn’t expecting that not only had Wei Jingjing come, but Qin Baizhou had also followed.

Fortunately, Bo Yan hadn’t brought much last night except for himself, his ID card, cell phone, and mask. The only other thing he brought was a few small umbrellas, which, to not waste any, were all used on her.

Thinking about it that way, he was even more beastly.

But since she had also suggested a friends-with-benefits relationship yesterday, she, too, had let loose.

Indeed, she was an adult. Although women don’t have as many demands as men, they occasionally have desires too. Being in the entertainment industry, it was indeed hard to find a man like Bo Yan: good-looking, with a great body, skilled, clean, and someone who knew all her secrets without spreading them around.

They both craved each other’s bodies, as long as there were no feelings, no responsibilities, they could play however they wanted. Later, if she found someone she was interested in, she would still tell him, “Bye-bye.”

Having come to terms with it, Xia Siyu no longer held back. Anyway, whether she cried or laughed, it was all due to his teasing, so she might as well take the initiative and gain the upper hand.

At first, Bo Yan was indeed furious. He wanted to be husband and wife with her, yet she was only thinking of playing around.

When a man says, “I like you,” “I love you,” those are just lines to deceive girls. What really counts as treating a girl well? That’s being willing to take responsibility for her.

Responsibility, for a man, is heavier than the sky, especially for a grown man.

He wanted to be responsible, to be a husband, which meant he was ready to seriously spend his life with her. Resting together at night was just the most superficial part; there is also living together, sharing work experiences, striving together, moving forward together, and braving the storms of life together.

But this flaky woman only wanted to have her fun with him and refused his offered commitment, preferring a fleeting affair. So, he could only comply with her wishes.

Although he was annoyed, his body—damn it—felt amazing.

He had coaxed and deceived her before, and Xia Siyu hadn’t just resisted; she’d often come out scratched and bruised. But now, with Xia Siyu taking the lead, he had become the sleeping partner.

Of course, Bo Yan wasn’t planning to give up the initiative. The two of them fought and struggled, advancing and retreating, each striving to gain the upper hand.

The feeling of mutual initiative was—exhilarating.

Even seven years ago, her first proactive night with him wasn’t as wild as last night. After all, back then, they were both inexperienced, fumbling around. But now, it was different.

In the end, Bo Yan regretted only taking four small umbrellas out with him. If he had known, he would have brought one or two more. After all, there would be no next shop after this village, and who knew whether Xia Siyu would still feel the same way next time they met.