The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 157: 157 Marriage and Love (3)

Translator: 549690339

On the contrary, he was very grateful that Xia Sicai and Bo Yi eventually got married; he would also wish them well.

He himself was not a person who liked to compete excessively. When his uncle and cousin aggressively showed their determination to take over the Bo Family in front of him, he casually studied and later entered the entertainment industry, completely distancing himself from the company.

When it came to love, he was also very calm, so calm that it bordered on being unfeeling.

But even the most rational person, when facing that unreasonable, naive bumbler, would be at a loss what to do.

Unfortunately, this troublemaker simply set fires and never cared to put them out. Seven years ago, it was not easy for the two of them to get together; she discarded him as if it was nothing and treated him as a stranger when they met again. Even though they were married, the boundaries were clearly drawn. She even stirred up scandals outside, creating gossip everywhere. She seemed relieved, almost relaxed, when she heard he was not interested in her.

Where was the logic in that? Seven years ago, it was Siyu who had pursued him first, and it was she who walked away and gave up first. Later when they got married, she was the first one to nod in agreement. They had a past and a marriage certificate; now she wanted to set boundaries between them, to be just friends? Such easy deals did not exist in the world.

The fire she started, she had to extinguish. The Bo Yan she provoked, well, he could only use her to put out the fire.

Of course, he was also a calm and patient person.

He liked to save delicious things for last, to savor them bit by bit. The people he cared about did not necessarily have to be mentioned every day.

Stolen happiness was indeed thrilling, but it wasn’t long-lasting. If he wanted Siyu, he would want all of her—her body, her heart, her present, and her future; he wanted it all.

Bo Yan lowered his head and gently rubbed his nose against her cheek.

Xia Siyu must have been really tired. He was so close, his breath whooshing, yet she still did not wake up.

—He remembered that in the past, she was the same, sleeping so soundly that not even gongs, drums, or firecrackers could wake her.

Bo Yan leaned in close, softly sniffing, from her eyebrows to the tip of her nose, then to the edge of her lips. On the side of her neck, he lingered long without moving, and then down…

Oddly enough, today he and she had used the same brand of shower gel, but for some reason, the scent on her body was always incredibly enticing. She didn’t like to spritz on perfume, and there were no weird scents in her room. When she didn’t need to be on camera, she was as fresh and clean as one could be. Just like herself, her emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—were all displayed openly on her face, frightfully clean and clear.

As he watched, he pulled back the covers. Not just with his nose, but with his entire body, he rubbed against her, felt her, measured her. But he dared not to apply pressure, nor twist or flatten, and especially did not dare to make any substantive deep foray, for fear of waking the sleeper. He simply roamed, simply caressed, gentle as the mist that envelops the mountains.

In her dream, Xia Siyu might have felt a little discomfort and wrinkled her brow slightly. But she was sleeping so deeply, she had no idea she was being taken advantage of, and, unabashedly stretching out her paw, she used Bo Yan as a gigantic pillow and pulled him closer to her.

And it wasn’t just her hand that moved; her leg came up as well, and like an octopus, she entangled Bo Yan firmly.

When Bo Yan controlled himself, he could barely maintain his own heartbeat. But when she took action, pulling him closer forcefully, he paused slightly, then laughed softly and said, “Remember, you’re the one taking the initiative….”