The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Chapter 204 Multiple Choice Questions (6)

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The director called out, “Wait a moment.”

It was the cameraman, who hadn’t found the right angle. Since it was a recorded broadcast, there would be editing afterwards, so being interrupted wasn’t much of an issue.

Such a spectacular scene, of course, had to be displayed in 360 degrees without a dead angle, and at the end, it could be accompanied by some fancy fonts.

Lately, the CP (couple pairing) between Xia Siyu and Wang Zisu had been very popular; naturally, it wasn’t a romantic couple but rather a sibling-like relationship. Moreover, it wasn’t the two artists or their agencies initiating the hype—it was spontaneously shipped by the audience.

It was clear that Wang Zisu was very fond of Xia Siyu, and Xia Siyu was also very friendly towards this “younger brother.” The two of them played and laughed together, and although they were close, there was not a hint of romantic ambiguity between them. When Xia Siyu and Wang Zisu first became associated, Prince’s fans were very worried, afraid that this woman would bring disaster to their beloved brother. But after twenty days together, some of Prince’s fans began to ship the sibling-like relationship instead. In contrast to Bo Yan’s cold and noble fans, it was like night and day. Fans follow the lead of their idol, no mistake about it!

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Once the crew was ready, this time it was Wang Zisu who showed reluctance. He said earnestly, “Sister Siyu, I’m a boy, boys should take the initiative.”

What he was referring to was being embraced by Xia Siyu around the neck, making it look as if he was the one being kissed. Even if it was just a peck on the cheek, shouldn’t the boy take the lead? His current posture made him look like a bullied little wife dominated by a hefty CEO, which damaged his image.

“I’m the older sister. Of course, you listen to me,” Xia Siyu wouldn’t yield the initiative.

“I’m a boy, it should be me,” Wang Zisu also refused to give in, his cheeks red.

The production team hoped they would pull off a stunt but didn’t want it to be too intimately ambiguous—this kind of minor dispute was perfect. As the two were tugging at each other, neither willing to relent, Bo Yan suddenly asked, “Does that mean we can rest after the kiss is done?”

The cameraman beside them nodded. Bo Yan’s brow furrowed slightly, his complexion unnaturally red, as if he were drunk. Then, with an annoyed look, he turned around and called, “Xia Siyu.”

As his voice came from behind, Xia Siyu was startled for a moment, released her pulling hand, turning back and asking, “What’s up?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a kiss, quite naturally, landed on her cheek.

It was Bo Yan.

Bo Yan’s kiss took the entire crew by surprise, especially Shang Feifei and Li Yiru across from them, who were watching the show, their eyes wide open.

After kissing, Bo Yan was still frowning, his expression without a hint of enjoyment, but rather a touch of impatience, “Can I go back and rest now?”

Having said that, he even got up, still dignified in posture but staggering slightly in step.

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It was then that everyone noticed he had finished two glasses of alcohol, his face frighteningly red, his eyes blurred, clearly having drunk too much. If he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have given in to giving Xia Siyu a reluctant kiss in front of everyone.

With the process completed, the other guests also needed to go back and rest, marking the end of the recording. The production team was even considerate, saying, “Everyone can rest assured and go back to sleep, the microphones and cameras have been turned off for you, have a good night’s rest.”

Bo Yan walked ahead, entering the door one second before the loud closing sound. Xia Siyu was still outside, chatting with Zhou Weiwei, Wang Zisu, and Hu Juyue.

It wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky and the night dew became denser that everyone, tired and perhaps a little drunk, said their reluctant goodbyes and left.

As soon as she entered the door, she was grabbed by the arm by someone!