The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

The same was true at that moment.

Objectively speaking, Bo Yan’s handsomeness was an undeniable truth, just like her beauty. Even if some people couldn’t appreciate their type, they would objectively admit they both looked good. From the outside, he really had no flaws. Tall and lean, with piercing eyes, and muscles that were defined but not excessively bulging, even she couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

But she really didn’t like him as a person.

How to put it—when you liked him, you’d think he was cool, reserved, and commanding. When you didn’t like him, you’d think he was just putting on airs.

If she admitted he was handsome, knowing Bo Yan’s personality, he would surely become too arrogant. But denying his good looks wasn’t something Xia Siyu could bring herself to do either.

She could only say, “What’s the use of being good-looking if you’re no good as a person?”

Bo Yan, of course, refused to accept that: “You’re not saying you haven’t tried it with me, where did I fall short?”

Upon hearing this, Xia Siyu really did let her eyes sweep over his groin area. He was wearing loose pajamas, so naturally, she couldn’t see anything at that moment. Then she started to recall how he looked just in shorts before, and seven years ago…

Bo Yan was beside her, watching her gaze shift from inquisitive to contemplative to seemingly comparing, her fingers following suit, and her eyebrows furrowed in what appeared to be a slightly dissatisfied expression, finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

But pinning her down there and then wasn’t realistic—not only would it provoke her disgust, but they were also on an airplane, a public area after all, and he wasn’t interested in playing any kinky games there. If he wanted her, he wanted her completely, to have all of her.

Haste makes waste, he had all the time and opportunities to take her body and soul, there was no need to hurry the matter.

Bo Yan took off his loose pajama top, cocking his head to the side, “Do you see it now? Does it look good?”

Xia Siyu initially jumped when she saw him taking off his clothes, thinking this guy suddenly snapped and intended to transgress upon her.

But he only took off his outerwear, revealing a solid chest and eight-pack abs, still sitting properly without moving an inch, not even shifting his buttocks.

Bo Yan then taunted her, “You were peeking at me taking selfies just now, and even liked my post. So, now that you’ve encountered reality, you dare not look? It turns out Xia Siyu with a fierce reputation is all for show, just another pretty face with no substance. Too afraid even to look.”

Xia Siyu was instantly irked, lifting her chin in defiance, “Who says I don’t dare!”

This was his own request; she wasn’t going to miss out on a good show! Moreover, Bo Yan rarely showed his skin like this, even in swimsuit photos on magazine covers, he rarely stripped so clean and carefree. Thinking about it, she had indeed been too embarrassed to look closely when they were dating seven years ago, and it was only today that she got a brief glimpse.

What was there for Xia Siyu to fear? She wasn’t the one exposing anything, and looking at him once wouldn’t harm her.

Since he demanded it, she would, of course, look very carefully, thoroughly even, as not to shortchange herself!