Chapter 458: Chapter 457 Habits (6)
 

Habit can be terrifying. When he was around, she might find him annoying, but when he wasn’t there, she would unconsciously think of him.

Even if she didn’t love him, she had grown accustomed to his presence by her side, accustomed to bickering with him, accustomed to his shamelessness, and even accustomed to—doing certain things with him.

Although she had drunk too much last night, and in the latter part, she had no initiative, only able to passively endure. However, her brain was feeling, and her body was reacting. Bo Yan’s physical prowess was indeed—quite impressive.

Yet, she was still not pleased, always feeling that Bo Yan was scheming against her.

Even though a woman could also enjoy it, it was clear that Bo Yan was more proactive, his hands going left and right, his moves cunning and smart. His high IQ seemed to be entirely focused on how to scheme her, and he did it with ease. She would always grind her back teeth in anger only when it was happening, wishing she could slap him to death.

Little did she know, the more she got involved, the deeper she sank. At least she could still barely guard her heart, not to fall for him, but her surroundings had completely fallen, and she was at a loss…

Xia Siyu lazily checked her phone and glimpsed the time: Holy shit, it’s already twelve o’clock!

She had finished dinner last night and came back early to soak in the bath and rest. Even though she had fought with him for a while, it shouldn’t have lasted until the wee hours.

She had actually slept for twelve hours!

As something crossed Xia Siyu’s mind, she suddenly sat up from the bed. This movement of hers also woke Bo Yan. He turned his head and saw Xia Siyu hurriedly twisting her body as if she was preparing to find clothes to put on.

The curtains in the room were drawn, dimly letting in light, her long hair cascading down, her back snow-white, her hair jet-black. Her fluffy long hair, and her soft, slender waist without an ounce of extra fat—it was sheer perfection.

As Bo Yan watched, he gently stretched out his hand, hooked her waist, and pulled her back. Xia Siyu was still displeased, “Couldn’t you have set an alarm? Didn’t Director Sun say we would have lunch together? They’re expecting us to meet before the time check.”

Bo Yan pulled her back forcefully, a smile curling on his lips, “Don’t worry, they’ve already gone ahead. I told him last night that we would join the set a few days late. We need to first visit the provincial archives and library. I’ve already arranged appointments for us, and we’ll go tomorrow morning.”

Although they had already gone through some of the materials, they could still go to the library to check out more information and get firsthand details.

Since they were doing this, they wanted to do it best. This was how Bo Yan always approached acting, with thorough preparation. That was why he won Best Newcomer as soon as he debuted and bagged the Best Actor trophy within a couple of years.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

Bo Yan laughed again, “As soon as I got back, we were stuck together.”

“Who’s ‘we’ with you?” Although Xia Siyu retorted sharply, she was relieved to have rest and laid back down.

She had done things with Bo Yan and slept together many times, but lying together peacefully was a first for them. Xia Siyu felt slightly uncomfortable, wriggling left and right. Bo Yan turned slightly, gently kissed her forehead, and pulled her into his embrace.

But Xia Siyu was clearly not one for stillness; she soon lifted her head, “About Wei Jingjing…”

Bo Yan’s voice was still vaguely groggy from waking up, “Don’t worry. Song Fengzhi will tell her.”

However, soon Xia Siyu got up again, but this time it wasn’t intentional; a call came through. It was from Qin Baizhou.