The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 228: 228 Turbulence (1)

Chapter 228: 228 Turbulence (1)

Bo Yan’s body was as superior as his face. Some artists look handsome, but sadly they’re not tall enough. Or they might be tall enough, but then their legs are too short, their torsos too long, without muscles—it’s all just pale and thin when they strip.

There were also those obsessed with muscle training, making themselves look like King Kong, appearing too bulky and not fitting East Asian aesthetic standards.

But everything about Bo Yan was just right. With a height of 183 centimeters, he was tall enough, and he also had long legs. Broad shoulders, strong and sturdy arms. Even though he exercised regularly and had beautiful muscles, because he hadn’t overly pursued a bodybuilding effect, nothing about them felt out of place.

This chest along with an eight-pack, smooth and undulating like chocolate. But not as dark as black chocolate.

Bo Yan wasn’t dark-skinned; his complexion was quite fair. He hadn’t tanned on purpose, nor had he deliberately maintained this fairness—just sunscreen when he went out. Over the years, his skin tone stayed between pale and wheatish, a very healthy and sunny color. His body matched his face, and even in such a dimly lit room, the curves of his muscles were visible.

He really was flawless in appearance. Unless you didn’t like this type of man, with him standing so brightly undressed before you, no one could remain unmoved.

Xia Siyu’s upbringing was a blend of Eastern and Western philosophies. On one hand, her mother was very strict with her, especially when it came to educating her about the opposite sex. Thus, although many boys had pursued her since she was young, Bo Yan was her only boyfriend.

However, she also embraced the warm, straightforward openness of Westerners, believing that sex was a normal need for adults, and as long as it was legal and moral, there was nothing evil or ugly about it. She took the initiative in her relationship with Bo Yan, being the first to confess, the first to kiss.

Bo Yan was indeed good-looking, and she truly wanted to see. Although she had felt embarrassed previously due to their strained relationship, now that he was being so proactive, she had no reason to be coy. And she didn’t just want to look—she wanted to touch.

Bo Yan was quite generous, watching her little head move closer and calmly said, “Looks good, doesn’t it.”

Xia Siyu just moments ago had been talking back, but now she nodded honestly, “It does look good.”

Still, she had to put up a little fight, “Who knows if your muscles are trained or if they’re just from protein powder. Unless…”

She was about to say “Unless you let me touch and I test them for your fans.”

Bo Yan immediately interjected, “Protein powder? That’s laughable. Of course, they’re from my daily workouts. Don’t believe me, try it out.”

“Well, then I won’t hold back.” Xia Siyu had been waiting for this invitation and then immediately reached out to touch.

Bo Yan’s skin was smooth, after all, he was an East Asian man, not looking as burly as Caucasians. Being an actor and coming from a good family, his skin was both soft and firm to the touch, like a cushion with a velvety cover. His muscles were solid, with the gentle hint of curves when relaxed, like a beautiful cheetah waiting for its prey to come along.

As she looked on, Xia Siyu’s throat made a gurgling noise, her touch spreading from his chest down to his lower abdomen.

She couldn’t go any lower, although she regretted not being able to see his V-lines, but she had her limits. Going any further…