When he ca out, he was draped in a towel, and his hair was still wet. Xia Siyu, however, had already turned off her phone and the lights, lying with her back to him, looking as if she didn’t want to be bothered.
It was indeed quite late now. The award ceremony ended at ten in the evening, she stayed for interviews for half an hour more, and then spent over half an hour at the hospital. By the ti she left the hospital, it was already midnight, and after coming back to freshen up and tidy up, it was two in the morning.
Although he didn’t have anything to do during the day tomorrow, Xia Siyu was giving off a "Do Not Disturb" vibe, and it was genuinely quite late, so he didn’t press further.
After drying his hair and tidying up a bit, he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down gently. However, as he was closing his eyes and drifting into sleep, Xia Siyu suddenly turned over forcefully.
Damn, she couldn’t sleep, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she beca.
Bo Yan actually didn’t even ask! Although in the past they had an understanding and didn’t interfere with each other’s work. But tis have changed!
Now, when Xia Siyu is choosing scripts, she will consult Bo Yan’s opinion. Likewise, if Bo Yan needs her input, he would discuss it with her. This ti, she was going abroad for half a year and would be filming intimate scenes with other actors, yet he agreed without even batting an eyelid. At least he could ask, "Make sure to be safe abroad, right? Won’t there be discrimination, or what about the food?"
If he doesn’t even care, only focusing on work, what’s the point of having a husband, might as well just be partners.
The more Xia Siyu thought about it, the angrier she got, and the angrier she got, the more she couldn’t sleep. So she just kicked off the quilt and got up.
Usually, at this ti, Bo Yan would wake up, but he has indeed been busy recently and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Besides, the weather was warm, so not covering with a quilt didn’t affect sleep.
When Xia Siyu kicked off the quilt, he didn’t wake up, but Xia Siyu couldn’t sleep.
In the past, if she couldn’t sleep, she’d wake Bo Yan up too. If she couldn’t sleep, neither should he.
But now, she didn’t want Bo Yan to know that the reason she couldn’t sleep was because of him. Xia Siyu usually fell asleep in a second, but now, being unable to sleep was giving her a headache. So, she simply got up. There happened to be alcohol at ho, so she opened a bottle and poured herself a drink.
After a beer, perhaps because she occasionally had a drink with Bo Yan, she had progressed from a single bottle to one and a half bottles. Aside from making her feel bloated, beer had no hypnotic effect on her.
Then she needed to choose a stronger type of alcohol.
Xia Siyu cast her eyes towards Bo Yan’s wine cabinet.
Bo Yan was indeed asleep, but he didn’t need much sleep, usually five hours were enough for him to recover. He was indeed a bit tired recently, and even though he had a little quarrel with Xia Siyu before sleeping, being back in Yancheng, back at ho, and back beside her, in familiar places with familiar people and familiar scents, he had the sweetest sleep he had in a while. Especially since he didn’t have to wake up early the next morning, when he awoke from sleep, it was already eight in the morning.
He got up, habitually reaching to the side, but didn’t feel the familiar presence. Bo Yan opened his eyes and glanced over, Xia Siyu wasn’t there. But before he got up to look for her, he slled a strong scent of alcohol.
Bo Yan quickly got up and went to the dining room, where he saw a beer bottle and a bottle of liquor on the table. And it was his previously collected fifty-three-degree liquor that had been aged for ten years.
And Xia Siyu was lying on the dining table, sleeping soundly. Bo Yan shook his head helplessly; this guy, he didn’t know when Xia Siyu got up to drink or when she fell asleep. As he walked over to pick her up, she unhappily swatted his hand away.
Bo Yan carried her; she reeked of alcohol, having drunk more than half of that fifty-three-degree liquor. Though the alcohol percentage was high, it had a sweet and llow taste, and didn’t feel as strong upon entry, requiring a few more drinks to fully experience its kick.
Although Xia Siyu had moved up to one and a half bottles, that was only beer, incomparable to the strength of liquor. Not going on a drunken rampage was already a blessing.
Last night was too late, and Bo Yan was quite tired when he ca back, he really couldn’t understand why Xia Siyu was so exhilarated one mont and angry the next. Now, thinking back, he still couldn’t figure out her behavior’s logic, but it was likely all about going abroad to shoot the film and Qin Baizhou’s matter.
So years ago, many dostic stars were keen to go to Hollywood. No matter how big their na was dostically, getting a cao in Hollywood seed to instantaneously elevate their status.
Back then, the dostic film industry and market weren’t developed, Hollywood was undoubtedly the strongest globally, so going there for ’gold plating’ was understandable. However, in recent years, with the dostic market’s developnt and increased bilateral communication, everyone learned to beco more discerning. Xia Siyu actually had considerations in this regard but wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the role, although she showed certain interest initially.
Who knows what Qin Baizhou said to her, she suddenly got so excited, but not even half an hour later, she cooled down instantly. But hey, it’s Xia Siyu, her whimsical nature wouldn’t be her without changing her mind a couple of tis.
But he indeed stayed out of her work affairs. Despite her loud and attention-seeking manner, she had a knack for scripts, and the films she selected had almost never failed. As long as she was willing, of course, he supported her.
As for her collaboration with Qin Baizhou, or playing more sensual roles in films, honestly, as a man, there was a tinge of sothing in his heart. But they were artists, actors by profession, and he didn’t want to lock Xia Siyu beside him, making her unable to collaborate with other male actors. Not only would that be possessive, but it would also ruin both of their acting careers.
As long as no deliberate boundaries are crossed, he could accept normal acting. After all, we’re in modern tis now.
But Xia Siyu, this quirky character, hadn’t been this furious for a long ti, so long that he’d almost forgotten how her fickle attitude had once made him spin.
Unfortunately, he was currently very busy; if he had more free ti, he might be able to play more of these push-and-pull gas with her.
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Xia Siyu was woken up by a doorbell noise; when she awakened, she scratched her head, feeling a slight headache. As she went to the door with her hair down, Wei Jingjing burst in, "Why are you still here? The ti you agreed with people is almost up!"
Xia Siyu scratched herself again, "What ti?"
"eting with the producers over there! What ti is it now?"
Xia Siyu tilted her head to look at the clock in the living room, it was four in the afternoon. What ti did she go to bed last night? She couldn’t rember, only she rembered she had drunk a lot.
By the way, where’s Bo Yan?
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