The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! Chapter 163: 163: Mom-and-Pop Store (1)

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Although she had thought things through very rationally during her chat with

Wei Jingjing, she still found it slightly disconcerting to actually confront Bo Yan’s proximity—her emotions fluctuated just a bit.

But Xia Siyu was not one to shy away from confrontation. Even if she felt uneasy, she would bluff her way through. Thus, she lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, feigning annoyance as she asked, “What’s up?”

Bo Yan glanced at her calmly and said, “We’re here, get off.”

Xia Siyu looked outside and indeed the car had stopped, right outside a café. She could see several caras set up inside the café, a clear sign that it was a filming location even without crew mbers bustling in and out.

At the sa ti, the microphone and cara inside the car were also switched off. The driver in front and the follow-up director in the middle row both got out of the car, which was a seven-seater business vehicle. They were in the last row, which ant they had to exit by making their way through the front seats.

Bo Yan gently nudged her leg—as the car had braked just before, her seat was situated towards the middle, and she needed to move to let him pass.

Xia Siyu, of course, did not move aside. Instead, she asked Bo Yan to move back a little, “Move back.”

Bo Yan’s expression remained neutral as if he hadn’t heard her at all, not budging an inch.

Xia Siyu couldn’t be bothered with him. If he didn’t move, fine. She wouldn’t either. Then she bent down—

With them so close and both seated, Xia Siyu bending over ant her body was practically diving into Bo Yan’s embrace. As she leaned forward, pressing down, her hair cascaded down slowly following her movents.

Bo Yan was right there, able to sll the fragrance of her shampoo on her hair strands. If he looked down, he could see the crown of her head. Bo Yan felt a touch of regret; he was wearing jeans today. Had he been wearing shorts, even though Xia Siyu tried to avoid any contact, her hair would probably still have brushed against his legs, stirring his heart as if countless tiny hands were teasing it.

Xia Siyu had bent over to look for her phone, but since Bo Yan didn’t move, she could only prop herself up awkwardly while fumbling around with her hand. Accidentally, her fingertips brushed against his ankle, causing Bo Yan to shiver slightly and shift to the side. That shift made his knee bump into sothing soft and resilient which, if he wasn’t mistaken, was probably—

Clearly, Xia Siyu was also startled by Bo Yan’s subtle movents. She hadn’t expected that movent from him would lead to his knee colliding with her chest. She froze montarily before shifting back, only to slip and uncontrollably fall down, planting her face firmly onto his leg.

Not only was her face buried in his leg, but her hands also grasped his arm in an attempt to steady herself. She had slept soundly the night before, unaware of the small antics Bo Yan had gotten up to. But at this mont, she was fully awake, so close to him.

In the air, there lingered an odd silence.

Xia Siyu thought to herself it was a good thing the car’s cara and microphone were off, and there was no one else around. If by chance soone saw them, they might assu that these two were up to so indecent antics inside the car…

However, the very next second, the car door was pulled open, and the caraperson, finding that the two guests hadn’t erged yet, imdiately entered to look for them: “Mr. Bo, Ms.. Xia?”