The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Chapter 1025: 1016: Honeymoon (4)

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1016: Honeymoon (4)

Well, I’ve already eaten the noodles, the calories are already in my mouth, what’s the harm in one egg?

Xia Siyu unabashedly replied, “Eat!”

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Finally, after polishing off half a bowl of noodles, a sausage, a fried egg, and a bottle of Coke, Xia Siyu touched her now guilt-ridden yet satisfied stomach. Shaking her head, she lamented, “I’m such a failure. This must add up to six or seven hundred calories, right? I’ll have to run 40,000 steps at the gym to burn it off!”

She turned her head angrily and started throwing punches at Bo Yan, her tiny fists landing on his chest. “Why didn’t you stop me? You just sat there watching me eat! You even added a fried egg for me! Fried eggs are high in calories too—ugh! Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to fatten me up so I’ll become ugly, quit the industry, and stay home with you? Let me tell you, dream on!”

Bo Yan found her both amusing and exasperating. He let her rant and vent for a while before getting up. “How about a shower?”

“Of course! Soaking in a bath burns calories too! I need to lose weight!” Xia Siyu huffed as she stood up, then bossily ordered, “You, go run the bath for me!”

Bo Yan chuckled to himself and quickly got up to oblige. The tub in their water villa was pretty unique—it looked like an infinity pool. There were built-in lights below, and the glass roof above was designed so they could block outsiders’ view by pulling down the blinds. But with the blinds open, they could see the entire starry sky above and the boundless ocean ahead.

Living on the island was all about enjoying this kind of unfettered freedom, which Xia Siyu completely adored. Seven years in showbiz had filled her life with overwhelming hustle and noise, yet she knew she couldn’t survive being abandoned on such a deserted island alone. Having someone like Bo Yan around to indulge her whims made everything much more fun. When she wanted to relax, she could. When she wanted chaos, she could mess around with Bo Yan to her heart’s content.

Anyway, by the time she sank into the warm water contentedly, she’d already forgotten about the late-night instant noodle regret. Her mood shifted back to cheerful again.

Bo Yan understood her too well. She was the stubborn, mule-like type: push her and she wouldn’t budge, but hit her and she’d stubbornly retreat. When she was angry, no matter what you told her, it would be useless. So, the only solution was to let her vent first. Now her temper had passed, he finally dared to speak up. “Honestly, indulging every now and then isn’t a big deal. Sure, this stuff is pretty high in calories and not very nutritious, but hey, this is a special time and place. If we were somewhere else, we could just order something different and it would be fine. And, occasional indulgences—this is what’s known in fitness circles as a ‘cheat meal.’ When you’ve been dieting too hard, most fitness trainers actually encourage it, letting you treat yourself once in a while. We’re not monks; there’s no need to feel bad just because you ate a little extra.”

In truth, Xia Siyu was a die-hard foodie; she just looked down on instant noodles. Hearing Bo Yan’s words of encouragement, her excitement suddenly sparked to life. “Really?”

Bo Yan nodded. “Besides, what do you mean fat? I think you’ve been working out too much lately—you’re slimmer. Look, my favorite modeling clay has even shrunk.”

As the saying goes, “If you gain weight, it shows on your face first; if you lose weight, your chest is the first to go.” And the worst nightmare? You lose weight and then regain it, but “your chest never quite makes a comeback.”

Xia Siyu had a naturally easy-to-gain-weight body type. Women skinnier than her didn’t have her curves, and women curvier than her were heavier. As for anyone prettier than her with both good looks and a killer body—so far, they hadn’t managed to surpass her. However, with all the martial arts and dance training she’d been doing lately, her muscles were solid, her weight had gone up, but her chest had shrunk.

She scoffed, then reached out with precision toward his “gear,” quipping, “As long as there’s no shrinkage here, we’re good.”