The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

She was looking at the sky while he was looking at the distant road.

Neither of them spoke.

Perhaps it was because he had just given her a hand—although Xia Siyu felt it was unnecessary. She could have handled that scum easily on her own. There was no need for him to intervene, completely redundant!

But since he had offered help, it wasn’t nice for her to say anything unpleasant, so she spoke up, “Thanks for what happened just now.”

Bo Yan answered indifferently, “It was my duty.”

He spoke so naturally that Xia Siyu felt a bit uncomfortable, “I know you’re just being a gentleman, accustomed to helping… ‘damsels in distress.’

When she said “damsels,” she paused slightly, her expression showing a tiny crack.

“No,” Bo Yan shook his head, “I do have gentlemanly manners, but my manners are reserved for those I choose to help.”

His expression read, “I don’t look down on you even if you are simple-minded.”

Xia Siyu was taken aback by his words, at a loss for how to respond.

The silence resumed, and Xia Siyu was not used to the current atmosphere. Back when they were dating, she would talk, and he would listen. Now, aside from work and movies, they basically had nothing to talk about.

Especially after Bo Yan had bluntly acknowledged his devious thoughts of wanting to sleep with her, their interaction had become visibly awkward.

However, he was right in a way; even though he was interested in her, he maintained his manners and wouldn’t force her if she was unwilling.

The sudden silence was uncomfortable for the talkative Xia Siyu. She was used to being lively, saying whatever came to mind, not holding her tongue, and thinking thrice before speaking, which was clearly not her style.

After some thought, she decided to say something to break the awkwardness before them, “What a coincidence, you’re waiting for a ride too.”

Bo Yan shook his head, his voice deep, “It’s not a coincidence, I’m waiting for you.”

Xia Siyu turned to him, puzzled, “Didn’t you say you were here to meet someone?”

Bo Yan nodded, meeting her gaze, “Yes, I’m here to find someone. I’m here to find you.”

Was this some kind of awkward, cheesy conversation? Xia Siyu was even more baffled, “Did I take something of yours?”

Bo Yan shook his head.

As a straight-forward person, Xia Siyu didn’t follow his logic, “Then what do you want with me? You could have just called.”

Bo Yan shook his head again, then gestured, “I think when it comes to marriage, apart from marital duties, there are other things we can help each other with. For instance, if you’re working late, I could give you a ride home.”

Xia Siyu could no longer restrain herself and raised her voice, “Who wants to be your wi—”

Before she could finish the word “wife,” Bo Yan placed his finger to his lips, reminding her they were outside.

With a calm expression, Bo Yan indicated, “If you want to reveal our relationship to the public so soon, you can shout it out loud, or even better, shout it inside the venue, for double the effect.”

And wouldn’t that double the effect? The venue was packed with media and artists, and if she had shouted, the whole of China would have known in less than three minutes!

Xia Siyu had no choice but to lower her voice again and ask in a low voice, “What exactly are you doing here?”