The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Chapter 962: 953: Absolute Pitch (1)

Chapter 962: Chapter 953: Absolute Pitch (1)

Xia Youbiao also said, “Isn’t that too much trouble for him?”

If it were his own driver, he wouldn’t worry about the trouble, but since this was his son-in-law’s assistant, he was indeed worried about leaving a bad impression in front of his daughter and son-in-law.

“Not at all. After he drops you off, he can also go home to rest, which is perfect. Let me take you downstairs.”

“Eh, no need, no need, I can find my own way.” Xia Youbiao quickly shook his head, feeling somewhat flattered, and then entered the elevator. Before the doors closed, he said, “Siyu, dad’s leaving now.”

“Mm.” Xia Siyu hummed in response. Earlier, while Xia Youbiao was there, she didn’t feel like asking him to stay, but after he left, she walked to the window and watched until Xia Youbiao, riding in Song Fengzhi’s car, disappeared at the corner of the street before she withdrew her gaze.

Bo Yan didn’t try to persuade her or agitate her, letting her be. It’s hard for a disinterested party to settle family affairs; although they’re now a family, such disputes only become messier the more he would intervene, so it’s better to let things take their natural course.

After Xia Youbiao left, he and Xia Siyu naturally treated the visit as if it hadn’t happened, simply packing up their luggage. Bo Yan quickly made some sandwiches. Given Xia Siyu had fainted at the hospital yesterday, she naturally hadn’t had the chance to bathe. After rolling around in the snow during filming and getting utterly dirty, she couldn’t bear it any longer. However, she was injured and bound with bandages, making it inconvenient for her to bathe on her own. Bo Yan had no choice but to say, “Can’t help it, I’m a good-hearted person, I’ll help you.”

In fact, this guy was already rubbing his hands together, eager for the chance to “eat some tofu” (take some liberties).

The bathtub was ready, Xia Siyu sat on the edge of the bed playing with her phone, her little feet kicking about in the air. Seeing Bo Yan come out, she immediately acted coquettishly: “I can’t move, my legs hurt so much, I can’t walk, you have to carry me there.” After saying this, she naturally stretched out her hands, waiting for him to pick her up.

This guy, previously so lively and energetic, complaining about her legs hurting, was clearly just pretending.

But Bo Yan sighed and still walked over, scooping her up sideways in his arms. Xia Siyu giggled, quickly reaching up to hook her arms around his neck and blowing air into his ear: “Husband is the best!”

“Don’t move around, be careful not to fall.”

The more he cautioned her, the more presumptuous Xia Siyu became, pressing closer, her lips closing around his earlobe.

Being so close, she could clearly feel Bo Yan’s body shiver slightly.

Bo Yan felt both amused and frustrated. As he looked down at her, she even began to hum a tune smugly.

This girl is really not behaving, fully aware of her current physical condition; he, wanting to be safe, has to play the monk for a few more days, at least until her health is fully recovered before they can resume intimacy. Yet she knows they can’t get close, still she flirts with him, then escapes, knowing well that he can’t really do anything about it.

Xia Siyu was still not satisfied. Once in the bathroom, her feet touched the ground, she spread her arms, posing like an ancient queen waiting for a servant to help disrobe: “My hands hurt, help me undress.”

Bo Yan was speechless, but he still helped her undress. Once her clothes were on the floor, all his amused yet frustrated feelings turned into heartache.

Although Xia Siyu wasn’t seriously hurt, crisscrossing wounds covered her body, and her fair skin made the scars all the more visible.

Bo Yan’s hand gently traced the spot where she had previously been cut by a knife, his fingers trembling slightly: “Does it hurt?”