The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 135: 135 1 Want to Kiss You (1)

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After a full meal, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu also completed their tasks for these two days: a hundred Euro.

The other groups also turned in their tasks in full.

The production team said, “First, we’d like to announce something. Our show will be welcoming a guest appearance in a couple of days. We can’t reveal who it is just yet.”

Actually, looking at the selection of participants, only seven regulars were chosen. Normally, with the tasks, someone would end up on their ovvn, so it was apparent that the production team had planned for this from the start.

With a guest appearance, partnering with the leftover team would create four groups in total, which would make completing tasks more convenient.

“But because Siyu is currently sick, she may not be able to carry out tasks smoothly tomorrow. So Bo Yan and Wang Zisu will temporarily team up, while Siyu stays behind at home, responsible for cleaning, shopping, and various preparation activities.”

Indeed, it’s not practical to always leave Wang Zisu alone at home either; a rotating guest brings a fresher feel to the show. It just so happens that Xia

Siyu is sick, and she’s good at shopping, so isn’t it perfect to leave her behind?

Xia Siyu didn’t refuse but simply stated, “Then I need to recover quickly and rejoin the team as soon as possible.”

This kind of polite conversation was met with laughter and taken lightly by everyone.

After resting, they returned to their room. Bo Yan was still reading, visibly engrossed in the “Quasimodo Poems Collection,” with some parts even marked with a pen.

Xia Siyu must have really been feeling unwell; after rolling out on the foam roller and completing her skincare and cleaning routine, she quickly went to sleep.

It was Bo who turned off the mics and than also the other cameras, only leaving one running, and like last night with Xia Siyu, he moved it so that it couldn’t capture even their feet, just the end of the bed.

The night grew deep.

After all, these two had already proven to their viewers yesterday that they weren’t looking for trouble. No one would be foolish enough to broadcast inappropriate content to millions of people on a live platform.

In the middle of the night, Bo woke up and went to the restroom. When he came out, perhaps learning from yesterday’s lesson, it was obvious that he glanced in Xia Siyu’s direction before heading over.

A few seconds later, he hurriedly put on a coat and left the room as if there was some emergency. Soon, he returned with a doctor, and lights once again brightened the room.

This time Bo l s microphone was on, and the audience could hear his deep voice, “Does she have a fever?”

The doctor nodded, “A bit, but not too serious. And it seems her stomach is a bit upset, maybe from eating something too greasy.”

That made sense; a whole pot of pigs trotters, and she ate a third of it. If he hadn’t been concerned that eating too much would be bad for her health and hadn’t taken some himself, she might have eaten half.

Bo turned to pour some water, gently woke Xia Siyu up, and supported her back with his arm, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. Then, following the doctor’s orders, he gave her the medicine. Xia Siyu was drowsy and, guided by his hand, took the medicine and drank the water, even complaining, “It’s so bitter.”

Bo couldn’t be bothered to quibble with her; he put the cup aside and then quickly withdrew his arm, thankfully replaced by a soft pillow, causing no pain.

“That’s it, as long as she won’t die, it’s all good.”

After the doctor left, Bo turned off the microphone again.

The medication the doctor prescribed for Xia Siyu contained a sleep aid, and at this point, she was sleeping soundly.

Bo sat on the edge of the bed, turned to look at the only camera that was still operating, and was certain that it couldn’t capture them from this angle.

Turning back to Xia Siyu, he felt a sudden urge—to kiss her..