The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 211: 211: Lingering Feelings (2)

But after just a few steps, he stopped abruptly.

It was Xia Siyu; she stretched out her leg, blocking his path.

There were no cameras or microphones now, no recording of the show; the door was closed. She was ready for a thorough interrogation!

Don’t think that just because he bullied her last night and blamed it on the alcohol, everything was okay. She wasn’t that easy to talk to! If he didn’t explain himself clearly, this matter between them wasn’t over!

Bo Yan gave her a faint glance, and Xia Siyu looked back at him, her gaze fierce. She could clearly see that although Bo Yan appeared calm on the surface, his eyes—there was a hint of evasiveness, like he was feeling guilty.

He was panicking; he was definitely panicking!

Xia Siyu snorted coldly, her aura raging, “Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?”

Bo Yan glanced at her quickly, then immediately shifted his gaze away. After a tense little stand-off, he finally sat down, positioning his body to the side, as if he dared not look at her, his expression somewhat restrained, “Yesterday… Did I do something?”

He knew that simply blaming it all on alcohol wouldn’t be acceptable to her. But outright denial would only make her animosity grow. Better to admit it boldly and then lower his stance a bit.

Xia Siyu was the type to yield to soft approaches but not to forceful ones. Confronting her head-on would do no good and would only make her loathe him.

Indeed, Xia Siyu huffed heavily, “You still remember you drank too much and what you did. So tell me, what did you do?”

While they were speaking, someone knocked on the door.

Xia Siyu kept her eyes fixed seriously on Bo Yan, arms crossed as she called out, “Who is it?”

“Ms. Xia, Mr. Bo, lunch is at twelve. Will you join us together?” It was one of the staff members. This was intentionally scheduled by Bo Yan after his morning exercise.

It was only eleven thirty now; lunch at twelve would give plenty of time to get ready afterward and leave for Frankfurt by one. Xia Siyu would never refuse food, she majestically said, “Yes, we’ll eat!”

“Okay, I’ll tell the kitchen to get ready. Also.”

“Also what? Spit it out.” Xia Siyu was still glaring at Bo Yan, her expression saying, “Spill it, I’m waiting.”

“The car will be outside of the villa at one-ten. Ms. Xia and Mr. Bo, you can just head out at that time.”

“Got it.”

Finally, the footsteps outside faded away, and Xia Siyu turned her gaze back to Bo Yan. As expected, the interruption had taken the edge off her mood from before.

Bo Yan quickly glanced at her again and then lowered his head, “I have a vague recollection of doing something.”

Xia Siyu’s brows were twisted in confusion, “Say what you did!”

Bo Yan looked up, “Last night, I drank too much…”

She uttered a derisive snort before he could continue.

Descriptively, Bo Yan recounted, “When I came back, feeling the strong scent of alcohol, a woman appeared. I don’t know whether it was because of the alcohol, the moonlight, the fireworks today, or maybe, because after all these years since we broke up, I haven’t been with another woman. In a moment of impulse, I grabbed her arm, I pressed her against the door, my body leaning forward to block her resistance. She was fragrant and soft; I couldn’t resist, and then… I kissed her…”

He said this, his eyes slightly downcast, beneath the long eyelashes his gaze was deep and fathomless. His tongue peeked out, lightly licking the corner of his mouth.

As if savoring the memory.