The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1753 - 1745: Gift (Part 2)

"Hey, you..." Bo Yan noticed the tie clip being thrown, and felt a slight ripple in his heart. Xia Siyu looked up and asked him, "What?"

He quickly regained his composure, pretending not to care at all: "It’s nothing."

Xia Siyu lowered her head to pick a tie for him. Goodness, Bo Yan had practically taken out every tie from his cabinet to match the tie clip, totaling around two or three dozen. He had various colors and materials, all of them.

Women are naturally interested in pairing outfits. Although Xia Siyu had just gotten up to go to the bathroom, after washing her face and drinking some water, she chatted for a while and her spirits returned. When it came to matching his tie, she treated it like a dress-up game and enjoyed it quite a bit.

She even asked, "Do you have to wear that suit?"

Actually, it wasn’t that Bo Yan had to wear the coffee-colored suit with a slightly reddish tone, but rather, this suit’s color matched the tie clip better. There were some suits that were even redder, but they didn’t match well when worn. A tie clip shouldn’t be too overpowering or in a clashing color scheme; it should ideally be in the same color range, offering a small accent without detracting from the outfit’s overall texture.

He tried several suits, in various fabrics and colors, and this set suited him best.

Bo Yan nodded vaguely, "Hmm. Just pick a tie."

Once the suit was chosen, it’s natural that the tie should be in the same color scheme to look good. Xia Siyu found a few, including fuchsia, coffee color, red-brown, and one with diamond patterns. She held them up for comparison, "I think these colors go quite well."

Bo Yan said, "Just comparing? Can’t you tie it for me?"

Xia Siyu, naturally served all her life, was immediately impatient when asked to serve others. Bo Yan could visibly see her preparing to roll her eyes, his voice slightly lower, "Siyu, my dear, sweetheart."

Xia Siyu wanted to retort, but Bo Yan murmured in a low, soft voice, "You’ve never tied a tie for me before."

Damn, this guy was actually using his good looks to get his way! Moreover, when Xia Siyu looked up and saw his aggrieved, pitiful gaze, she was moved. Though a bit reluctantly, she said, "It’s not like you don’t know how."

But her hands had indeed picked up a tie, preparing to put it on him.

Bo Yan looked down and noticed she wasn’t wearing shoes, kindly reminding her, "Do you want to put on slippers first?"

Even though the house had underfloor heating and was cleaned by professionals, he still habitually asked about running barefoot around the house.

Xia Siyu frowned, "If you want me to change the tie, keep quiet."

Bo Yan had no choice but to remain silent, stretching out his arms like an ancient emperor letting a maid undress him. Xia Siyu raised her hand to knock his arm down, "It’s tying a tie, not changing clothes."

So Bo Yan stood still, watching as she stood in front of him, took the two ends of the tie, wrapped it around his neck, tucked it under the shirt collar, and began to tie it carefully. He was fifteen centimeters taller than Xia Siyu, and since she wasn’t wearing slippers, her gaze was directly at his Adam’s apple.

He, too, looked down, seeing the top of her head, with her fluffy hair. In ancient descriptions of beauties, "hair as cloud" likely described her kind of full and fluffy hair, with a texture as soft as a cat’s. She concentrated intently, her long eyelashes blinking now and then.

Her breath was warm against his neck, slightly ticklish. Bo Yan’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, feeling her hands moving around his collar, as if a feather was tickling his heart.

But Xia Siyu struggled for a long time, realizing she didn’t know how to tie a tie.

She had lived with her dad for only a short time, and after returning to China, she quickly debuted. After her debut, her assistants managed her life. Even though the house had underfloor heating and was cleaned by professionals, he still habitually asked about running barefoot around the house.

Xia Siyu frowned, "If you want me to change the tie, keep quiet."

Bo Yan had no choice but to remain silent, stretching out his arms like an ancient emperor letting a maid undress him. Xia Siyu raised her hand to knock his arm down, "It’s tying a tie, not changing clothes."

So Bo Yan stood still, watching as she stood in front of him, took the two ends of the tie, wrapped it around his neck, tucked it under the shirt collar, and began to tie it carefully. He was fifteen centimeters taller than Xia Siyu, and since she wasn’t wearing slippers, her gaze was directly at his Adam’s apple.

He, too, looked down, seeing the top of her head, with her fluffy hair. In ancient descriptions of beauties, "hair as cloud" likely described her kind of full and fluffy hair, with a texture as soft as a cat’s. She concentrated intently, her long eyelashes blinking now and then.

Her breath was warm against his neck, slightly ticklish. Bo Yan’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, feeling her hands moving around his collar, as if a feather was tickling his heart.

But Xia Siyu struggled for a long time, realizing she didn’t know how to tie a tie.

She had lived with her dad for only a short time, and after returning to China, she quickly debuted. After her debut, her assistants managed her life.