The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

This language was already suggestive, no, I should say, it was explicit.

She had a good rest on the plane, over a dozen hours. Although she had to transfer through three places and was a bit tired, she had been lying down the entire time on the plane. Even if it was tiring to take a car back, after a shower and some rest in the room, she felt revitalized again.

Though they had been married for quite a few years, they were often apart. Even in the past two years, when she stayed home longer because of various reasons, Bo Yan was still working, often going out, so their time together wasn’t much.

Even when they were together, there were days when they returned from filming at night, exhausted, and had to get up early the next day. Or like when they went to Cannes, perpetually traveling. They’re normal people, not always thinking about naughty things. Even if they did, they were often too exhausted, physically and mentally, with no time or energy or mood for it.

And then there are biological cycles to consider. In short, it had been a long time since they did anything naughty back in Yancheng.

The most crucial thing was that Xia Siyu didn’t even remember what she had said last time. Just like you probably wouldn’t remember every swear word you blurted out during a fight with your boyfriend, right?

However, when she approached him, Bo Yan didn’t move. He didn’t turn his head to smell, nor did he dodge; he just sat there looking at his phone and casually replied, "Fragrant."

"You didn’t even smell it! What nonsense!" Xia Siyu was furious. Bo Yan’s attitude was just like when a man accompanies his girlfriend shopping. The girlfriend tries on several outfits and asks if they look good, and the guy, without lifting his head from his phone, says "good."

Bo Yan had no choice but to slightly turn his head and said, "Hmm, not bad."

The movement was so small, it probably didn’t even compare to swatting a mosquito. Of course, Xia Siyu was dissatisfied: "So what fragrance type is it?"

Though Bo Yan didn’t turn his head, the fragrance still wafted over. As he breathed, he tried to identify it and said, "Grapefruit?"

It was indeed grapefruit-scented, but Xia Siyu deliberately denied it: "Wrong, I’ll give you one last chance. Third time’s the charm, if you can’t guess it... hmph."

This threat was as blatant as can be, Bo Yan had no choice but to turn his head slightly.

As soon as he turned, it wasn’t clear about the shampoo scent, but he smelled the sweet and faint aroma of Xia Siyu’s green tea lotion. As he turned his head, Xia Siyu leaned in and kissed him.

The crucial point was, as she kissed him, she also brushed her chest against his arm, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Generally, before showering and sleeping, pajamas are worn without any undergarments. Xia Siyu’s figure was, needless to say, excellent. The soft, moist texture was clearly felt even through the pajama fabric. With such a beautiful woman being proactive, few would refuse, unless they had no worldly desires.

But as it so happened, Bo Yan indeed had no such worldly thoughts. After gently sticking close to her, he made no further moves, but patted her hair: "Sleep, it’s late. We have to get up early tomorrow, and Director Wang and Shang Feifei are next door."

Listen to that, firstly, those two are next door, and you have to be mindful. Secondly, it’s not just a casual visit from them; undoubtedly, he wanted to present himself perfectly.

But Xia Siyu wasn’t actually an idiot; she was normally just too lazy to think. However, with such an obvious rejection, if she believed it, she really would be an imbecile.