The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

“Who is it?”

If it turned out to be some paparazzi or entertainment journalist and they saw her and him in this state, she’d never be able to explain it away, even with a hundred mouths! Or if someone from the crew came by, she’d be doomed. Especially since she had just accidentally liked a photo of his abs…

The door was “swooshed” open, and a Caucasian stewardess stood at the doorway, asking in English, “Do you need anything?”

It was a stewardess, and moreover, one who didn’t recognize either of them, allowing Xia Siyu to breathe a sigh of relief.

“No, we don’t need anything,” Xia Siyu quickly shook her head.

But Bo Yan’s pajama top had come off, and he was still pressing down on her. Their position was anything but child-friendly, somewhat resembling a couple caught during a vice raid.

Bo Yan also asked, “Why did you come over?”

“You just pressed the call button.”

Bo Yan cast a puzzled look at Xia Siyu, who was also confused, and then they both looked up: Her finger was indeed near the call button, perhaps having touched it by accident just now.

“There’s nothing else; you may go now.”

The stewardess nodded and before leaving, kindly asked, “Do you need a Durex? We have various sizes available.”

That question thoroughly embarrassed Bo Yan and Xia Siyu. Even though Xia Siyu was usually bold and never hid her appreciation for handsome men, when confronted directly with the topic, she still felt a little shy, burying her head in his shoulder without making a sound.

Bo Yan, on the other hand, still had the interest to discuss this with her, implying he was considering it: “They provide these kinds of things on a plane?”

The stewardess, with a cordial attitude, said, “If you have a need, we can provide them. Moreover, it’s quite common for guests in these family suites to have such needs. Just be careful in case of turbulence. But usually at such high altitudes, air currents aren’t likely to cause much disturbance.”

Bo Yan further inquired, “What if we encounter turbulence?”

The stewardess indicated, “There are seat belts on the side here; in case of strong air currents, please make sure to fasten your seat belts.”

Bo Yan nodded and sent her away, “I’ll call you if we need anything.”

The stewardess nodded and pulled the door closed.

The room returned to its initial calm, but the one difference was that now Xia Siyu’s head was buried beneath his shoulder, with him lying on top of her, their bodies fitting tightly together.

No one moved, nor spoke. Bo Yan remained on top of her, and Xia Siyu kept her head down, both motionless for quite some time.

After a long while, when everything had settled down again, Xia Siyu popped her head out from under his shoulder, “I remember now.”

Her voice was very soft, a whisper close to the ear, which Bo Yan clearly heard. He grunted an “Mm” from his throat.

“Move out of the way,” Xia Siyu’s voice was slightly tender, and upon close listening, there was also a faint quiver of vulnerability.

Bo Yan grunted “Mm” once more, but he still didn’t speak or move.

After a good while longer, Bo Yan finally got up.

Just as Xia Siyu let out a breath of relief, the plane hit severe turbulence, and Bo Yan fell on her once more.

This time, he landed right on her lips.