The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Chapter 1069 - 1060: Kiss Marks (6)

Chapter 1069: Chapter 1060: Kiss Marks (6)

Xia Siyu wasn’t the kind of young girl who’d get flustered just because the male lead cornered her against the wall. She replied simply and directly: "Yeah, I got bitten by a mosquito."

Then—her hand slid downward, reaching toward his parts: "Look, isn’t this your straw?"

Bo Yan was simultaneously exasperated and amused. Actually, calling it a mosquito... wasn’t exactly wrong. He did enjoy biting her, drinking her blood, leaving his marks on her, making her whole body itch.

But, deep inside, he also felt a faint trace of irritability.

He wasn’t irritated with Xia Siyu. Their relationship no longer required any form of proof. It was more that he was frustrated with himself.

Forget about whether or not to go public; let’s just talk about one thing: the fans.

Even though Bo Yan wasn’t an idol, his career largely relied on his own professional abilities. Yet even so, he couldn’t be heartless and claim that fans were his "Tightening Curse" or the restrictive "Golden Hoop."

While he didn’t need fans to vote for him on rankings or spend sleepless nights promoting him on social media, their genuine love and devotion to him still moved him deeply.

Even the fact that fans disliked Xia Siyu—in the beginning, it was honestly because, during that period, she had conflicts with him; they only wanted to protect him.

However, Xia Siyu was in the same industry as him. Even if they weren’t getting along now, in this circle, you’d meet each other sooner or later. Cooperation was inevitable. There wasn’t any deep-seated hatred, really, and things on the surface were still passable. But fans didn’t see it that way. Because of the fandom’s unique nature, their love and hate were both incredibly direct. What they loved, what they hated—it was black and white. No matter how much he tried to mediate, he couldn’t change the bigger picture.

Of course, he wouldn’t let himself be constrained by fans either. When it came down to making a choice, without hesitation, he’d choose Xia Siyu. This was his life, and he would never compromise on it. Career setbacks or mass fan departures—he wasn’t afraid. But he did feel regretful about disappointing so many fans who truly supported him.

It was his own inadequacy, his inability to handle things perfectly.

Especially when he faintly realized that one of the reasons Xia Siyu was reluctant to go public was her fear of adversely affecting his career. That only deepened his guilt.

Bo Yan gently embraced Xia Siyu. After a while, he kissed the top of her head: "My wife is amazing. You acted really well."

Although Xia Siyu was bold and carefree, she still had an actor’s sensitivity. She sensed some ripples in Bo Yan’s heart. But since he didn’t want to talk about it and instead forcibly changed the subject, she wasn’t going to barge in foolishly: "You’re just realizing how amazing I am? I checked the trending searches when I got back. I’m number one again! If I were an ordinary person, seeing my name ’Xia Siyu’ trending every day would annoy me too. But there’s nothing I can do; my talent speaks for itself. I don’t want to be this excellent, but what can I do?"

Her shameless self-praise, oddly enough, did manage to dissipate some of the sorrow lingering in the air. Bo Yan was indeed amused by her: "No doubt about it. Your Weibo comment section used to be full of hate, and now it’s filled with people calling you ’wife.’"

Xia Siyu laughed smugly: "Just basic skills, basic skills. Sit down, sit down. Back in the day, there were even more people calling me ’wife.’ How am I this incredible?"

She even went out of her way to pull up some reviews: "Look, eight out of ten are praising me, and you, you only got a tenth of the compliments. Maybe I’ll even win an award with this role!"