The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 364 Untitled (Extra for Monthly Votes)
Her head hurt a bit, and so did her entire body, especially from the waist down—it felt almost as if it were breaking apart, an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.

Xia Siyu was half-awake at this moment, her consciousness teetering on the edge of haziness. She lay in bed, still puzzled, trying to recall what she had done the previous evening, why she felt as if she had practiced dancing all afternoon, or shot horse-riding scenes all night, the kind that left one feeling like they were falling to pieces.

It took her a very long time to remember that last night, Li Weiyi had cornered her in the bathroom intending to bully her. She also recalled Shang Feifei’s mocking provocation.

She was not like her mother, she couldn’t win the Best Actress award, she would also be outperformed by Shang Feifei in the future…

A tiny figure desperately squeezed through the holes in her brain, vying for attention—it was Bo Yan. She vaguely remembered that she had drunk a lot of alcohol with Bo Yan in the end. Exactly how much she couldn’t calculate, but at least two bottles.

And that wasn’t beer or wine, but something similar to white liquor, although not very strong, perhaps only around twenty degrees, sweet and blended with fruit flavors.

But it was still white liquor.

She drank, and so did Bo Yan. The last clear impression she had was of being guided by a waitress, taken to a car in the parking lot.

Everything after that was a blur in her mind.

In a daze, she felt as if she had acted out a scene, as if she were swimming. Throughout the process, she actually seemed to see water, but always had the feeling it was during a bath, in a bathtub.

What happened afterward, her memory was completely vague. But she always had the sensation, within this hazy memory, that there was a man’s silhouette, like that of Bo Yan.

Just like now, as she lay in bed, she always felt as if she were resting her head on a man’s arm. She even thought she was lying on her side and that by simply stretching out her hand, she could touch him.

Xia Siyu was bold—no sooner had this thought crossed her mind than her hand reached out the next second.

Hmm, this man had smooth skin, no acne, and none of the body hair that Europeans have. His muscles were firm, and there was no excess fat on his body. Xia Siyu felt her hand was touching his arm, and reaching forward, it must be his chest now.

A man’s chest certainly wouldn’t be like a woman’s, but it felt full and solid to the touch, like a mahogany sofa with a soft cushion on top. As her palm stroked over it, she could feel a powerful heart beating inside the chest cavity.

Further down, the lines were also very defined. His waist was tight, and she even felt that if this man wore a tailored suit, he would definitely have elegant lines.

Xia Siyu was nodding to herself internally—at least this man’s physique was far better than Bo Yan’s.

Should she explore further?

Right now, Xia Siyu was in a half-dream, half-awake state; her eyes were still closed, her mind in a state of detachment.

There was a thread of logic, but it wasn’t clear.

She hesitated. Although she had indeed fantasized about Bo Yan’s impressive physique, wanting both to see and to touch it, her bottom line was here. Going further would not be provocation; it would be idiocy.

But then again, she was dreaming, right? What was there to fear in a dream! Moreover, the dream felt so real—if she didn’t try now, might she never have the chance again?

While it’s true she had seen it seven years ago, and recently Bo Yan had acted indecently, where she caught a glimpse—yet seeing was not the same as touching, the tactile sensation was different!

The man in front of her had a physique that held up to Bo Yan, and this might be her only chance.

It was just a dream, after all. Why not touch it if she could?

What about doing it just this once and escaping afterward?