Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xia Siyu was very beautiful.
Her beauty was the kind that even if you didn’t like her, or even disliked her a lot, you had to admit she was pretty. Because it was an objective fact.
There were many celebrities who looked like goddesses with makeup on but like crazy won once they took it off, which was not at all the case for Xia Siyu. In her roles, she often played innocent and cute, “silly sweet” characters with light makeup, and so movie scenes even called for her to appear makeup-free, which didn’t make her look much different from how she really looked.
She was, after all, young and had fair, cool-toned skin; her natural complexion was very good. Engulfed in the steam of the bathroom, she looked even more radiantly pale with a hint of rose. At this close distance, he could almost see the fine, rosy capillaries under her fair skin. Her eyelashes were long; at that mont, she was quietly sleeping, stripped of her usual haughty deanor, her slightly furrowed brows lending her an added touch of soft vulnerability.
Then there were her lips, the top lip adorned with a beautiful Cupid’s bow. The corners of her mouth were slightly sharp, curving into a beautiful arc when she smiled. But when pressed together, they revealed a trace of stubbornness.
But now, amidst the hazy steam, that bit of stubbornness turned into a tenderness that evoked pity, making her even more eye-catching.
Unconsciously, as Bo Yan watched her, the indifference in his eyes softened slightly, and he even slowly leaned in toward her.
In the air, his breathing beca faintly audible, growing more erratic.
The mont Xia Siyu opened her eyes, she yawned leisurely and stretched languorously.
As she stretched, the sound of water splashed, and only then did she realize she was still lying in the bathtub.
The bathwater had gotten cold, so she quickly got up, grabbed a towel to dry off, and lazily put on a bathrobe. She had been incredibly tired lately; just last week the filming for a movie wrapped up, and almost every day following that she had been on the go with a packed schedule, pushing her ntal and physical energy to the limit. She had actually fallen asleep in the bathtub.
Having just slipped on a robe, Xia Siyu felt a little thirsty. So, slipping into her
slippers and toweling off her hair, she left the bedroom to get so water in the living room.
With the bright lights of the living room on, she had barely taken a few steps when she suddenly noticed sothing was off.
Turning around, there was a man sitting on the living room sofa—Bo Yan!
Xia Siyu, startled, dropped her towel. Her first reaction was to secure her bathrobe more tightly around herself to cover all exposed skin. Then she looked up and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Bo Yan’s legs were comfortably crossed, one hand holding a script, the other a cup of tea. Hearing her question, he showed no particular reaction, not even bothering to glance her way, simply took a sip from his tea and responded evenly, “This is my ho, too. Why can’t I be here?”
It had been a long ti since Xia Siyu had been used to being alone with him, and his words did not put her at ease. She still looked on guard, “When did you co back?”
Bo Yan turned a page of the script, still not looking at her, and calmly replied, “While you were passed out in the bathtub.”
“…” Xia Siyu was stunned for several seconds before she exploded, a bit incoherently with rage, “Bo Yan, that’s so shaless of you. So, you saw…” Everything?
Only then did Bo Yan set down the script and look at her, his gaze as impassive as if viewing a piece of porcelain, “Isn’t there a part of you that 1 haven’t seen before?”
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