The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 699 - 696: Date (2)
Chapter 699 -696: Date (2)
Bo Yan also tapped his own cheek, and Xia Siyu, puzzled but pausing faintly, thought Bo Yan was hinting for a kiss and leaned toward the direction where his finger pointed to kiss him. Bo Yan was startled, then said, “No, it’s a small sesame seed on your face.”
Xia Siyu’s face reddened for a moment, but she wouldn’t admit that she had misunderstood. Annoyedly, she said, “Then why didn’t you say so earlier! You just pointed at your face—who would know!” As she spoke, she tried to rub the sesame seed off her cheek with the back of her hand. Bo Yan hurriedly pulled her hand down, “That’s filthy.”
Then, the next second, his lips accurately pressed against the small sesame seed on her face, his tongue sweeping over it.
The sensation of warm, moist softness spread, and Xia Siyu felt a jolt, as if electrified. She stepped back and, with a feigned casualness, adjusted her hair. Her eyes blinked rapidly, clearly a bit flustered, “And what was that for?”
“A return for a favor,” Bo Yan said with a slight smile. She had kissed him, so he returned the gesture. Bo Yan was a polite boy; he wouldn’t let Xia Siyu feel short-changed.
“Also,” he continued while admiring her profile, “My wife is really beautiful.”
Under his gaze, Xia Siyu’s cheeks, ears, and neck turned red in an instant. She quickly glanced at him, seeming to have something to say, but when the words reached her lips, they wouldn’t come out. She just slightly lowered her head, turned around, and, with her back toward him, humphed softly, “Of course, I’m beautiful.”
Bo Yan wanted to take a few more glances at her, but there were quite a few customers waiting for their meals. He stood up to pay with his phone, handed her the mask, “Let’s go, there are other customers waiting outside.”
Xia Siyu hummed a response, her hand naturally entwining with his.
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Both wore masks, hats, and glasses, and dressed simply. When they left, nobody recognized them.
Bo Yan walked with Xia Siyu through the alleyways, a bright moon hanging above, the lanes lit with multitudes of household lights—peaceful and warm. When a car passed by—the alleys being rather narrow—Bo Yan walked on the outer side, extending his arm to protect her.
No need for grand vows or sweet nothings, just walking hand in hand made them feel overwhelmingly happy.
Xia Siyu also knew why Bo Yan hadn’t stopped her from eating more earlier, because he had planned to walk home with her the entire way. Under the streetlights, the outlines of French sycamores and gingko leaves interlaced; they walked on, hand in hand, as if the road stretched on without end.
Bo Yan said he wanted to share life experiences with her—not just eating at roadside stalls or meandering through the streets—but once they reached the main road at the end of the alley, he didn’t call for a car. Instead, he pulled her to take the bus. It was the weekend, the bus was fairly crowded, and Bo Yan led her inward to a spot by the window, standing with one hand on the handle and the other arm around her. Xia Siyu leaned into him wholeheartedly.
The bus swayed and stopped, cozy and intimate. While waiting at red lights, they could gaze at the surrounding streets and the passing crowds. After passing a few neighborhoods, the bus became half empty. Bo Yan immediately said, “Take a seat.”
Xia Siyu shook her head within his embrace. Although indeed tired, she wanted to stand with him, so they could lean on each other and watch the moonlight outside the window.
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