The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! Chapter 1520 - 1511: A New - (Part 8)

But Bo Yan pulled down her arm, his tone calm: "Move away a bit, I need to adjust the water temperature."

Is Xia Siyu the kind of person who would let go just because you asked her to? She continued to hug his waist, twisting playfully, "No, I want to watch you run the water."

Usually at this mont, Bo Yan would surely give in and join her in playful antics. After all, when they shot "Sunrise" they were together, but she was on her period then. As soon as it ended, she rushed to Cannes. Traveling was exhausting, plus the late nights and early mornings for events, leaving no ti or energy for mischief.

Xia Siyu is a carnivore; after sleeping soberly for half a month, how could she bear it? Naturally, she’d start to get handsy.

But today, Bo Yan was exceptionally composed, letting her hug his waist, twisting as she pleased, not budging: "Then watch. You can try the water temperature yourself."

So strictly proper.

Once the water was ready, Xia Siyu imdiately stripped off her clothes, eager to jump in. Anyway, with clothes strewn everywhere, he would clean up. Sure enough, as she stretched out in the tub, Bo Yan bent down to pick up her clothes one by one, walked out of the bathroom to put them away, then ca back holding a towel and her change of clothes: "You enjoy your soak, I’ll head out."

As he finished speaking, he was about to close the door.

"Hey, wait a mont." Why is this person acting out of character today? Xia Siyu called him back, and Bo Yan, with a good-natured deanor, didn’t leave but walked calmly to her, his expression pure as if he were enlightened, "Is there sothing you need?"

With Xia Siyu’s ntal capacity, she couldn’t rember what might have upset him today, and since she’d had a drink, she couldn’t recall anything. She just felt Bo Yan was acting a bit strange, like—even though he’d do whatever she asked—he was too polite, as if she were a prized teapot to him, precious but not arousing any desire.

They’re not usually this "respectfully distant."

She tilted her head: "Then help scrub my back."

Bo Yan really sat behind her, rolling up his sleeves properly to help her wash her back. Although she’s gained a bit of weight recently, the lines of her back are still smooth and beautiful, with a central spine and elegant butterfly bones. During the scrubbing, she turned to look at him, occasionally catching the sight of Bo Yan’s lowered eyelids, calm and composed as if she truly were a rare porcelain, the gentle breeze not stirring a ripple.

After helping her wash, he stood up: "You can handle the rest on your own, I won’t help you."

Having said this, he really closed the bathroom door, leaving Xia Siyu looking surprised.

A bath can clear the head a bit; Xia Siyu was now much more awake. She finally noticed Bo Yan’s peculiarity and didn’t feel like soaking any longer, quickly cleaning up and getting out. All the while freshening up and tidying, she was observing on the side—Bo Yan indeed seed a bit different.

When it was ti to rest, he turned off the light, and Xia Siyu reached for him from her side of the bed. Bo Yan gently pushed her hand away: "We have to get up early tomorrow."

Looking entirely indifferent and desireless.

After Bo Yan pushed her hand away, Xia Siyu didn’t respond for a long ti, so long that Bo Yan thought she was asleep, until suddenly in the dark she uttered, "Are you...not feeling well? If there’s a problem, you must tell , I wouldn’t disdain you!"