Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Xia Siyu tilted her head, her eyes were out of focus, and she faced him in confusion and doubt.

Bo Yan thought she had drunk too much and admitted to the wrong person, his voice was a bit cold: "You saw the wrong person."

Who knows that in the next second, Xia Siyu slapped him with a slap, perhaps because he was drunk and missed the shot, and hit him on the shoulder: "Asshole."

Bo Yan's eyes were stern, and as soon as he patted her paw off his shoulder, Xia Siyu shook his hand over again, and this time hit his chin accurately.

Then she lifted her chin and opened her eyes, her lips may be a little watery because of drinking. The whole face moved forward, just in front of his face. It's like a little cat that has spotted an intruder. It has teeth and claws, and it's milky: "Why, I'm wrong? Dead **** bastard, the old lady beat you! Do you know the old lady was scolded badly because of you ……belch……"

Perhaps because of the last alcoholic hiccup, Bo Yan's brows wrinkled involuntarily. Use a finger to hold her eyebrows disgustingly and keep a distance from her.

However, it was indeed his fans who criticized her a bit miserable today. He paused and said with a serious face: "You shouldn't speak too directly in the future. Saying this kind of easy to be slapped. This time I met me. , If next time..."

"Anymore," he didn't say anything afterwards, because Xia Siyu suddenly leaned over, resting his head on his shoulders.

And his lips fell on his neck.

Bo Yan's body stiffened, he only had to breathe and swallow, as if he was surrounded by her warm breath. When Xia Siyu goes out every day, she rarely wears makeup or perfume. The whole body is surrounded by the sweet fragrance of red wine grapes.

He lives on the top floor of Qingcheng Apartment, next to it is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window. Without drawing the curtains, at a height of nearly forty floors, one can see the gorgeous street scene in the distance. Moonlight and lights poured down, gently spreading on her body. In her sleep, she didn't have the sharp minions at all, and even her posture seemed much softer.

For a long time, people in the world have only seen Xia Siyu's ups and downs, and even the troublesome side. She couldn't help but do something that seemed shocking, and she never cared about others' evaluations. No matter how abused by the outside world, it seems that it is unlikely to affect her.

After all, no matter how harsh a netizen scolds, she will not invade her personal life.

But out of her stardom, she is an ordinary person with ordinary joys, anger, sorrow and joy. If you drink too much, you will be noisy. If you are tired, you will fall into the bathtub. If you are happy, you will beat him(?) If you are not happy, you will call him(?).

However, she was not as strong as she thought.

Bo Yan paused briefly, swiped his arm, and hugged her with the other arm. Half-drunk and half-awake Xia Siyu reached out her hand obediently and put her arm around his shoulder. Bo Yan took her to her bedroom and put her down gently. As she was about to get up, she opened the quilt to let her rest, but Xia Siyu's arm around his neck did not let go. Instead, he was taken down and fell on her with his face facing her.

Quiet, dark, only in the room of the two of them. The body below him was warm and soft, with amazing elasticity. Obviously, the central air conditioner was supplying air soothingly, and the entire room maintained the optimum temperature of 23 degrees, but he suddenly felt a little dry.