The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Chapter 400: Wife, Open the Door (5)

Bo Yan grunted, not bothering to meet her gaze. He continued knocking, “Wife, open the door, I need to come in and rest.”

Xia Siyu was furious, “Go sleep in the study yourself! If not the study, then go sleep in your playground! Stop bothering me!”

Bo Yan’s expression remained calm as he lazily knocked on the door, “That won’t do. Neither the study nor the playground has pillows, nor blankets.”

He paused, then added, “And neither has you.”

As soon as his words ended, Xia Siyu flung the door open and charged at Bo Yan, shoving a blanket into his chest. She also threw out his pillow. Bo Yan was just about to speak while holding the blanket when Xia Siyu remembered something, turned back with a “thump thump thump”, and Bo Yan quickly stepped inside. But before he even reached the doorway, he heard Xia Siyu coming out with a plastic bag.

Bo Yan probably already knew what it was, and sure enough, Xia Siyu threw out a bag full of Durexes and him, “Take these too, and get lost!”

After she said that, she immediately closed the door.

Bo Yan was left standing outside, holding the blanket, with the pillow tossed on the ground. On the floor was also a litter of various Durexes scattered everywhere.

And there was Xia Sicai, looking on in surprise.

Bo Yan, however, remained poised and turned to Xia Sicai, “Excuse me, help me pick up the pillow, and stack it on top, please.”

Xia Sicai was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, “Okay.”

She placed the pillow on top of the blanket Bo Yan was holding and then asked, “Is there anything else I can help with?”

Bo Yan nodded, “Then please help me put these boxes into the bag.”

Xia Sicai first nodded, but when she was about to start picking them up, her fingers hesitated. This Durex was obviously opened, and more than one box was.

And he had only stayed with Xia Siyu for two nights.

Were he and Xia Siyu that close?

—Well, come to think of it, the bed they slept on did break.

In a daze, Bo Yan struggled to carry the blanket downstairs. Xia Sicai quickly packed the boxes into the bag and followed him. Seeing Bo Yan arrange the pillow and blanket on the large sofa downstairs, she passed the bag to him, “Here.”

Bo Yan accepted it calmly and simply placed the bag aside.

Xia Sicai watched him make his bed on the sofa, clearly planning to stay there, and she sat down on a side sofa, her expression ineffable.

Watching Bo Yan’s busy back, she indeed had a hard time accepting it.

Back in the day, Bo Yan was an unattainable, high and noble figure. He was gentle but not heartless and never made an insincere promise to any girl. Perhaps back then, she was the woman closest to him. Because they had similar educational backgrounds and their families were old acquaintances, they shared many common interests. They could talk about academia, literature, the arts.

He might have her in his heart, or he might not. But she sure had him in hers. What she wanted was not this sticky relationship that shunned clear confessions and declarations. Bo Yan’s attitude towards her was just a bit better than that towards other women, but definitely not the kind of good that one shows a girlfriend, more like the way one treats a friend.

Then Bo Yi appeared. He was the legitimate heir to Bosch, and perhaps a better choice for a marriage alliance between the Bo and Xia families. Moreover, he liked her, pursued her, and she could see in Bo Yi’s eyes the simplest form of man-woman love. Then she turned her head and chose Bo Yi.