The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 212: 212 Lingering Feelings (3)

Especially when he gently licked the corner of his mouth and raised his eyes, he looked at her seriously yet fleetingly. Silently conveying that last night’s dalliance…

Bo Yan seldom seduced others. He was usually distant and reserved, sparing with his words and smiles.

It was only when filming a movie, when the role required him to transform into another persona, that he would seem to unleash the wild beast within, letting the finely-dressed fiend run rampant.

Xia Siyu had seen plenty of handsome men in the entertainment industry, tough guys, puppy-like youths, and stunning handsome young men. She could barely withstand Bo Yan’s usual abstemious and aloof demeanor. But now, as he shed his aloof exterior, that masculine charm stormed toward her. He seemed to be blatantly telling her that he had indeed sought pleasure in drink last night, and that he had taken a liking to her—her body.

He wanted a woman, and that was why he kissed her.

That’s what humanity is like. Many fans hoped that their idol would be both handsome and aloof, passionate yet chaste, highly capable in that regard, yet not wanting women around. They wished for him to remain youthful at over thirty, with all the eligible young women around him seen as demons and devils.

Such a perfect image was impossible unless one had read too many third-rate romance novels.

Just think about it, a good-looking male star at thirty without a woman either doesn’t like women, or his sexual function isn’t working. With so many temptations and opportunities in the entertainment industry, and not being made of wood, how could one not have desires?

Even her, embraced by Bo Yan, could entertain the thought of finding a boyfriend. Bo Yan having desires was far too normal.

This desire had nothing to do with love, at the very most, Bo Yan was not a man who liked to randomly seek out women. He himself had just said that he hadn’t been with any other women since they broke up years ago. He approached her for two reasons: first, she was right there, and second, they had a past together.

But having once possessed doesn’t mean forever. Her desire and love for Bo Yan had gradually faded with the passage of time, and it was the same for Bo Yan toward her. Moreover, back then, he didn’t like her all that much either.

Perhaps because they were now husband and wife, there was something a bit special about it. But their daily interaction was just dissing each other, finding fault, neither one impressed by the other.

“…I remember now, the woman should be you. It seems that I, under the influence of alcohol, did something very bad to you. I’m sorry, I did wrong. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, I just hope you understand my thoughts,” Bo Yan said, truly lowering his proud head, earnestly apologizing to her.

His acknowledgement was so straightforward, and he analyzed his inner journey for her, making it sound so engrossing and vivid. This made her inevitably recall last night’s absurdity.

Although she was angry, the guy, perhaps due to some innate talent or maybe because of acting, had improved his kissing skills tremendously over the years. When he pinned her down, his strength was great, but he left no bruises or pain. And he kissed rather—intensely.

If it hadn’t been part of the show, if there hadn’t been people outside, maybe, she wouldn’t have felt so repulsed.