The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 100: : Roommate (2)

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Bo Yan reacted as if he’d been scalded, hurriedly flicking his hand away and hopping a small step to the side, his face showing a clear desire to avoid contact, “Get away.”

Perhaps he retreated too swiftly; his calf struck the edge of the sofa, falling to the other side, but he quickly scrambled to his feet, racing away at the speed of an 800-meter sprint.

After that came the sound of him slamming the door with force.

Left behind, Xia Siyu froze for several seconds. For an instant, she was ready to confront Bo Yan.

She hadn’t bothered to make a fuss when he took advantage of her in the restroom that one time, but what was this now? Clearly, she was the one being groped, yet he acted as if he were a young wife abused by a bully, desperate to keep a distance of eight feet from her.

What was he playing at, drawing close one moment and showing disgust the next?

She could feel that, for a moment, the look Bo Yan gave her was complicated.

To say it was disgust couldn’t capture the whole story, but to call it closeness wasn’t quite right either.

To accuse him of taking liberties, he was mostly a gentleman, bordering on indifferent. To say he had no ulterior motives—she wasn’t so naive as to believe that herself.

Was it possible that living the life of an artiste, maintaining a cold and prohibitive persona, had twisted him?

While she was still pondering, the doorbell rang again, and she quickly got up to open the door.

Soon, Qin Baizhou had made his way upstairs.

At the door, Qin Baizhou greeted her with a smile, “I thought something happened to you just now. I was about to call—the police.”

He paused briefly because as soon as he entered, he noticed a pair of men’s slippers on the floor.

Xia Siyu looked back, “Why don’t you come in?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He quickly changed his shoes and casually glanced around,

“Jingjing and Little Tang came earlier, didn’t they? They helped you tidy up.”

Xia Siyu nodded, “Yeah, I had a lot of stuff. Without their help, I wouldn’t know when l t d have finished tidying up.”

Qin Baizhou nodded and began looking around the living room. He noticed two cups on the coffee table. Underneath the coffee table in the shelf were several scripts. One of them was clearly not provided by the company.

Then, looking at the flatware, although the set had six of each type, two were noticeably in frequent use.

Even though he didn’t look into the bedrooms, it was apparent that one room had been used by Xia Siyu, and the other door was tightly shut.

Qin Baizhou’s gaze lingered on the closed door, the smile fading from his face.

But the next moment, when Xia Siyu emerged from her bedroom, he quickly relaxed again, “This house isn’t bad.”

“It’s okay.”

Xia Siyu invited him to sit on the couch and, noticing Bo Yan’s cup, she quickly took it away, “Would you like some water?”

“No need.” Qin Baizhou pretended to be oblivious and started chatting with her.

He was here for two reasons. The first was about her reality show tomorrow.

Wei Jingjings words were always the same: don’t be too impulsive. After all, Jingjing had been on a reality show and lost fans each time—arrogant and temperamental, although malicious editing played a part, Xia Siyu’s fiery temperament was also true.

The second matter was about her contract with the company, which had only three months left before expiration.

Qin Baizhou certainly wanted to sign her on again; now, it was up to Xia Siyu’s intentions.

She didn’t really care, “Send me the contract, and I’ll look over it when I get back.

Qin Baizhou nodded; these two matters resolved, the atmosphere became much lighter. He hinted indirectly, “Siyu, you’re at the age where you might think about dating. If you have any thoughts in that direction….”