The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Married Life (4)
Damn, this pervert, this absolute asshole! So, this guy spent all of last night considering, and his final conclusion was: he wanted to sleep with her!

“Go choose your damn self! Who said I wanted you to choose!” Xia Siyu was furious, she suddenly burst out, turned her head, and threw a pillow at his head!

Did he take her for a three-year-old kid, unable to discern such obvious flattery?

Men say all the sweet nothings when coaxing you to bed. Once they’ve pulled their pants up, who are you, big sister?

Besides, she was the one who chose men, not some object on display for men to select a consort. If anyone was choosing, it was her!

And all the crap Bo Yan was spouting, not once did he say “I like you,” let alone “I love you”!

Of course, it’s not like she’d respond even if he said ‘I love you.’ But for him not to say it at all, wasn’t that going too far?

Was it the courage she gave him by chasing him in the past, or in these times, regardless of Wu Di, Xia Sicai, or his legion of fans, all crazily chasing after him, that inflated his ego so much? So bloated that he thinks if he deigns to open his golden mouth and be with her, she should kneel on the ground, overwhelmed with gratitude?

Xia Siyu pummeled him with a pillow twice in quick succession, but Bo Yan began to fight back. He reached out, first snatching away her pillow. As Xia Siyu’s pillow was taken, she turned around to grab another.

But it was just as she turned that Bo Yan saw his chance and reached out from behind her. Xia Siyu was poorly positioned and her balance unsteady, not in a good position to compete with him, and they both fell onto the sofa.

Xia Siyu still wouldn’t stay put on the sofa, constantly trying to fight back. Bo Yan’s hands were quick, he grabbed her wrists, and to prevent her from delivering an Extinguishing Family Kick, sat on her pelvis. Xia Siyu used all her strength to struggle but she couldn’t get free, he had her pressed down tight.

“Bo Yan, you bastard, let go!”

“If you don’t like it, just say so, there was no need to get physical,” Bo Yan said, gripping her wrists tightly, looking down at her from above.

Up close, she was even more beautiful. Though seven years had passed, time had been kind to her and had not tainted her with any signs of wear. Instead, it nourished her, and as she grew into her features, every inch of her skin, every strand of her hair seemed perfect.

He admitted that he was attracted by her beauty, and although her personality couldn’t be described as particularly ‘nice,’ it was very distinctive. In the entertainment industry, or even in society nowadays, it’s not about being too unusual, it’s about not being unusual enough. Blend in with everyone else, and you are just another face in the crowd. The middle class perishes en masse, the middle layer goes bankrupt on a large scale, and if you don’t ascend to the top, you’re only sliding down to the bottom.

Xia Siyu was hot-tempered, straightforward, and thick-skinned. But it was these traits that made her impervious to criticism in the entertainment industry. She was also emotionally obtuse; otherwise, with Qin Baizhou’s subtle approach, if she were Xia Sicai, she would have long understood the graceful intentions and known he was pursuing her.

Only this dimwit couldn’t see it, unless someone pointed it out to her, she truly wouldn’t have a clue.

But when it came to acting, to serious matters, she was bright and full of spiritual energy, certainly not someone without a pursuit for acting talent. Clear on the big things, fuzzy on the small, where could you find such a simple and adorable wife?

“Aren’t you getting physical now?”

Xia Siyu still looked unconvinced.

“I’m making a move on you,” he admitted his interest in her, which had its benefits. From now on, he could publicly and freely make his moves!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Bo Yan pressed down, aiming for her lips.

However…