The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 126
Chapter 126 The Room (4)
Translator: 549690339
Xia Siyu didn’t turn her head, although her attitude was the same when Bo Yan had come out earlier, it was clear that her posture had relaxed even more at this moment.
She smoothly applied lotion to her face, followed by eye essence and eye cream, her movements meticulous, her expression serene.
After finishing with the skincare products, she even took out a hairdryer, tilting her head as she blow-dried her hair. Under the camera lens, her hair fluttered in the breeze, looking unbelievably beautiful.
Even though they knew this beauty had thorns like a rose, she was still a rose, blooming exquisitely.
Bo Yan was about to share a room with her—could he resist?
Putting oneself in his shoes, having such a vividly attractive woman sleeping next to him, sharing a house with him, one would have to feel indifferent only if their orientation was different, right?
As others watched with curiosity, Bo Yan stood up and actually took a couple of steps towards her direction.
The barrage of comments exploded in two different camps:
One was “Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh”, “Bo Teacher, stop right there”, “Yan Bao, stay back” from Bo Yan’s fans.
The other was “High energy ahead, do not skip”, “l haven’t slept all night just for this moment”, “Go on, hurry up, are you a man or not?” from the onlookers just there for the drama.
Xia Siyu was aware that Bo Yan was approaching, but she showed no fear. Her expression didn’t change, nor did she move, still sitting on the stool blow-drying her hair.
What was there to fear? The camera was focused on her, the microphone was on; his every word and action was being watched by the whole country. She didn’t believe he would dare to harbor any improper thoughts under these circumstances!
Bo Yan moved closer, one step, then another, rounding the end of the bed and coming up behind her, where he stood still.
The window framed the sea, the stars, and a crescent moon in the sky.
He glanced at it twice, extended his hand—the hand reached out to pull the curtains. With a “swish, swish”, he drew the curtains tight, then turned around, not even giving her a glance, and went directly to the desk, poured himself a glass of water, and took a small sip.
Xia Siyu remained equally tranquil, as calm as an old couple who had lived together for many years, without the slightest ripple.
After finishing her hair, she turned her head and asked with ease, “Do you still need to use the bathroom?”
Bo Yan shook his head, and Xia Siyu walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Bo Yan had already pulled back the covers and wriggled in, preparing to rest.
Before resting, he sat at the head of the bed and flipped open a book, ‘Quasimodo Poems Collection”.
Quasimodo, a Nobel Prize winner in Literature, an Italian poet born on Sicily Island, was adept at writing lyrical poetry.
Xia Siyu knew about him because her mother had also read his collections of poetry in the past.
Pretty fitting for the scene.
She had also spread a yoga mat and did some relaxation exercises with a foam roller. She exercised, he read; aside from the faint noise of the roller, the room was very quiet, only the ebb and flow of the tide outside could be heard.
Actually, the director had already split the screen in half, showing Hu Juyue and Zhou Weiwei squeezed on a small bed gossiping. In another room, Li Yiru dressed extremely seductively and was doing yoga on the bedside, kneeling with one leg raised high, as if the words “Look at me, I want to be famous” were etched on her body.
But the room with Bo Yan remained the most watched.
After Xia Siyu finished exercising, she skillfully took off her headset, turned it off, then picked up a piece of clothing, instinctively covering the camera lens.
As soon as she covered it, the livestream screen went black, shocking everyone.
What did this mean? Was she preparing to make a move on Teacher Bo?
