The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 133: 133 Responsibility (3)

Chapter 133: 133 Responsibility (3)

Translator: 549690339

Of course, even though there were only the two of them in the room, the camera was still on, and the microphone wasn’t taken off, so in fact, there were still countless onlookers present.

Especially sleeping together, bricklaying, fainting, they practically dominated all the headlines around the clock, with one trending topic after another. Qin Baizhou didn’t even need to spend money for the popularity—it was naturally hot.

The fainting occurred at four in the afternoon, which was ten at night in China. Everyone had finished eating and had nothing to do, so they came to watch. The online audience had already reached thirty million.

In front of the camera, Bo Yan still looked aloof, but there was a slight shade of guilt on his face.

He had been standing by the window, but now he slowly walked over and sat down by his bed, ready to apologize.

But unexpectedly, it was Xia Siyu who spoke first, “I’m sorry, because of my issue today, I delayed the work and affected you and the staff.”

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that Xia Siyu was serious. She wasn’t pretending or putting on airs; she was earnest.

Though she had straightforward thinking and was a single-celled creature like an amoeba, she was indeed one hundred percent serious when it came to work.

Be it acting or variety shows.

Bo Yan spoke, “No, I should take more responsibility. After all, I am older than you, and I’m a man.”

“We’re a team, no one should bear more responsibility than any other-if one lags behind, then they lag behind. I won’t make excuses, and after I recover, I’ll work hard to catch up as well.”

Bo Yan looked up at Xia Siyu’s calm face. She wasn’t trying to create an image or be false—with her way of thinking, she wouldn’t come up with something so complicated. She sincerely treated everyone as equals. Since they were a team, everyone had to pull their weight, and if she fell behind, she would feel guilty.

Instead of relying on the fact that she was a girl, younger than Bo Yan, expecting him to concede to her at every turn, and not owning up to her shortcomings.

Thinking back, she had always been like that. Once she developed a liking for him, she would tirelessly hang around him, without a shred of feminine delicacy or affectation, straightforwardly adorable.

“Okay,” he nodded.

This time, his expression was much more serious and solemn. He even got up and patted her shoulder. Even if the camera captured this gesture, to the viewers, it appeared to be between coworkers, comrades, colleagues who advance and retreat together—an atmosphere of trust and shared responsibility without any hints of ambiguous feelings between a man and a woman, yet it felt like a breath of spring.

“Then take a good rest and get well. When you’ve recovered, we’ll complete the tasks together.”

Xia Siyu nodded.

However, just as Bo Yan was about to leave the room, Xia Siyu called out to him, “Wait.’

Bo Yan stopped in his tracks, looking at her seriously, “Do you have something else to say?”

The previously solemn Xia Siyu was now even more earnest, as if she were about to discuss a very, very important matter in life.

With such a grave expression, even the audience felt the urgency through the screen.

Xia Siyu asked with utmost seriousness, “l want to ask you, did I really faint just now?”

Bo Yan nodded, “Yes.’

Xia Siyu’s expression showed a slight crack, “Did my makeup get smudged? I sweated so much, the makeup must have smudged, right?”

It’s all over, the perfect image is shattered!

The head can be broken, blood can flow, but the makeup must not smudge!