The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

This time, Xia Siyu did not reach out to hold him, nor did she cuddle against him.

Bo Yan turned his head, the dim bedside lamp casting a soft glow on her face. Her features, devoid of makeup, were fresh and clear, and still breathtakingly beautiful.

Gently, he kissed her forehead and turned off the light, then snuggled his head close, resting his forehead against hers.

He liked her, he did not just like her.

Holding her, nestled close together, it felt as if the missing sense of family warmth he longed for was gradually emerging.

These were memories from when he was very young, before his parents died in an accident, the few remaining memories of a family of three.

Apart from her, nobody had given him such a sense of familial warmth in a very long time.

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Xia Siyu had another dream.

When she was little, she lived in Sicily. Although she usually lived with her mother, occasionally, her dad would come over from Malaysia.

In fact, Xia Youbiao was very fond of her and her mother. Even though her mother would verbally express how much she disliked him and hated the Xia family, and did not want to return with him to Malaysia, she would still dress up carefully every time he was about to visit, making sure to dress Siyu up beautifully as well.

She still remembered the happiest times, when during summer Xia Youbiao and her mother would take her to the seaside for a vacation. Her dad would play in the sand with her, swim together, surf, and even let her ride horses. He would put her on his shoulders and bounce her, saying this would make her grow tall.

Back then, she did not quite understand why after having fun with Xia Youbiao during the day, she would still insist on squeezing into bed with her doll to sleep with both her dad and mom at night. With no choice, Xia Youbiao would playfully stroke her little nose, pick her up, and let her sleep between them—she held her dad’s arm on the left, leaned against her mom on the right, and slept contentedly.

Since then, she had developed a liking for large toys and enjoyed sleeping with a pillow in her arms at night.

But as she grew up, the conflicts between her mom and the Xia family never dissipated. Xia Youbiao would still visit often, but each visit brought more weariness on his face. Gradually, she became aware of the disputes between her parents, and the conflicts involving her, her mother, and the Xia family. She continued to act spoiled but lacked the willfulness of her younger years.

Only the habit of sleeping with a doll remained.

——Just like now.

Wait a second, Xia Siyu hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but subconsciously, she squeezed with her hand—it really felt like she was holding an arm. However, this arm appeared different from the one she remembered her father having; it was leaner, stronger, and somewhat more slender.

And this scent, it wasn’t like her parents’. It felt like—it was Bo Yan?

Xia Siyu was so startled that she immediately woke up—upon opening her eyes, she truly was stunned. She hadn’t been mistaken; indeed, she was holding Bo Yan’s arm. He was shirtless, with only a pair of shorts covering his body.

Moreover, the place she had kicked him before now seemed to be stirring awake…