Chapter 493: 492: Coming and Going (4)

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Xia Siyu usually fell asleep in seconds, but a lot had happened today, and she couldn’t sleep.

When Bo Yan came up, she sensed it but was too lazy to bother. Bo Yan crept up stealthily, lifted the blanket, and then gradually moved closer.

There was only a faint nightlight in the room, barely enough to make out Xia Siyu’s figure.

This guy, sleeping so neatly and securely on his side with his eyes shut, one could tell at a glance he was feigning sleep.

Xia Siyu was lying on her side, facing away from him. Bo Yan paused for a moment and then slowly inched over, his fingers lightly tracing her waistline.

He even called out softly, “Siyu, wifey?”

Xia Siyu stopped pretending and spoke up directly, “I think you’re looking for a kicking.”

Bo Yan, remembering the check-up he had just done in the bathroom on the somewhat swollen part, quickly shook his head, “No.”

This time, he didn’t dare let his claws rest on the plasticine, instead, he stretched out his arm, hugged her waist from behind, and pressed his whole body against hers, sealing together tightly without gaps.

He hugged her properly, and Xia Siyu was too lazy to hit him, so they both stayed quiet in the darkness.

After holding her for a while, Bo Yan knew she wasn’t asleep. His hand was still resting on her waist, but his other hand gently lifted a strand of her hair, allowing the tips to twine around his fingertips.

Xia Siyu frowned, also unable to sleep, feeling annoyed as he played with her hair. However, before she could speak, Bo Yan was the first to say, “I know you want to improve yourself. You took this role not for fame or fortune, but to perform a great play.”

The frown on Xia Siyu’s face softened a bit for a moment.

“At this stage, in terms of popularity, both you and I have peaked. Wanting more attention would only maintain the status quo. I’m thirty, and you’re twenty-seven. This age is very important for a person, especially for artists. You want to win the Best Actress award, right?”

Xia Siyu lifted her chin a little.

Otherwise, why would she travel all the way to the Northwest – just for a plate of cumin lamb?

“I also have a small goal, to one day direct, write, and star in a movie myself.” This was the first time Bo Yan had shared his dream with her.

As he spoke, he let go of her hair, his fingers tenderly lifting her hand and holding it in his palm, “You want to improve yourself, you win Best Actress, and I will do everything in my power to help you! Then you and I will stand on the award stage together.”

Xia Siyu turned her head to meet Bo Yan’s eyes.

Although the light was dim in the room, illuminated only by the faint nightlight, Xia Siyu could see the light flickering in Bo Yan’s pupils, resolute, gentle, with a hint of a smile.

Xia Siyu had known Bo Yan eight years before, and they dated afterward. But back then, they were young and didn’t learn much about each other before breaking up.

The marriage was arranged, and for a long time after the wedding, they lived separate lives—let alone understanding each other; they scarcely even saw each other.

Recently, although the two of them had been together, physical interaction far exceeded emotional communication. She even felt that Bo Yan was just lusting after her body and didn’t truly love her.

It was only now, when he talked about it, that she realized they shared the same goal.

This was his dream.

And it was hers, too.

As she looked at him, Xia Siyu nodded and murmured an “Mhm.”

Bo Yan, watching her eyes sparkle, felt bewitched and wanted to draw closer.