The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 301 - Towel (6)

Chapter 301: Chapter 301 Towel (6)

Bo Yan’s lips curled slightly, and his voice grew lower and lower, as he whispered into her ear, “No, there’s only you.”

Bo Yan’s voice was already pleasant to hear, with clear intonation, accent-free, yet brimming with emotion, unlike the cold, detached tone of a newscaster. Even if they covered his face and he pursued a career as a voice actor, he would likely make a name for himself with that baritone voice.

Xia Siyu, though momentarily captivated by his enchanting voice, maintained a clear head: “Just tell me the truth, I won’t get angry, nor will I be jealous. — Have you kissed Xia Sicai? Slept with her? I know you were almost engaged to her.”

The arranged marriage between the Xia Family and Bo Family was inevitable. At that time, Bo Yi had not yet returned from his junior position, and she too was making waves outside. Xia Sicai liked him and had been pursuing him since their university days. If it hadn’t been for her later being moved by Bo Yi’s persistent pursuit (or what she saw as Xia Sicai sizing up the situation and marrying Bo Yi to become the future mistress of the Bo Family when he became a part of Bosch Corporation’s management), Bo Yan might have ended up with a different wife. freewebnσvel.cøm

Even though she would not be jealous or hold post-autumn accounts, if he had indeed been intimate and slept with Xia Sicai, then sorry, Siyu would rather die—either outside, or throw herself from here—than to be with Bo Yan.

Bo Yan was slightly amused and vexed by her reaction; what, was his kissing skills not up to scratch now? He snorted in annoyance and nipped her nose, “No!”

This damn man, as if taking advantage of her wasn’t enough, now he was biting her?

Xia Siyu was not having it, and the two finally started scuffling. During the struggle, Bo Yan, having nothing to lose, wasn’t afraid of her punches or scratches. On the other hand, her strap nightgown was being torn apart, almost losing her defensive ground.

Xia Siyu had trained in boxing. Beating Shang Feifei in fight scenes was a breeze, and taking down a physically spent playboy like Li Weiyi was no challenge either. Unfortunately, Bo Yan had also trained, and he easily subdued Xia Siyu’s superficial kung fu.

Bo Yan grabbed her wrists and sat on her waist, using his longer arms and legs to pin her down firmly.

Although he had the upper hand, he dared not advance too far. Last time, under the influence of alcohol, he forced himself on her, resulting in Siyu being angry enough not to talk to him for a long time. Coupled with Han Yifan’s warnings, he would not make the same mistake again.

Bo Yan said, “Listen clearly, I’ll say it again, I haven’t been with another woman. And it’s not that I don’t want to. Although you are a bit dim-witted, straightforward, like to hit people, lack quality and manners… there aren’t many women prettier than you. I haven’t found one that’s prettier and has a bigger chest than you.”

Listening to his previous words, Xia Siyu was angry enough to fight a hundred rounds with him, but upon hearing the last sentence, she believed him and, huffing, declared, “Nonsense! I am the most beautiful!”

She was still annoyed, “Are you going to let go of me?”

Bo Yan calmly replied, “No.”

“You won’t let go, huh?” Xia Siyu was furious. Seizing a moment when he relaxed his grip, she forcefully resisted, pulling free from the shackles of his hands, and then shoved him away. Bo Yan tried to grapple again, but Xia Siyu gave a fierce kick backward—

“Ugh—” The one in pain this time was Bo Yan. By accident, Siyu’s kick landed on his sensitive spot, and he clutched himself, slowly collapsing from the edge of the couch to the floor, his face twisted in agony, sweat beading on his brow.