The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 142: 142: The Wedding Ring (4)

Translator: 549690339

But she was unwilling to speak, and he didn’t feel it was right to press her, so the atmosphere naturally grew colder.

Although Xia Siyu could be gregarious, the only person she would not create a stir with was Bo Yan.

With one unable to speak and the other not wishing to, the quiet between them somehow took on a strangely warm feel.

Xia Siyu, too, had come to Sicily not to hole up in a villa every day. Her purpose here was to revisit old haunts.

Yet she didn’t want the crew to follow and film her, nor did she want to exploit her mother, and even less did she wish to expose her privacy to the public.

She still didn’t know how the crew had been allocated, but having gone to great lengths to come to Sicily, she ought to fulfill her own wishes.

She needed to think of a way; even if she couldn’t visit her old home, just a distant glimpse would suffice.

“Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu?”

Xia Siyu was startled and quickly looked up, her mind still turning slowly, “What’s wrong?”

Bo Yan remained silent, simply lowering his head to look at her fingers.

Only then did Xia Siyu follow his gaze and realize that she had cut her finger while chopping vegetables and that it was bleeding.

Bo Yan seized her injured hand, seriously inspecting the wound, his expression calm, “You’re hurt.”

Xia Siyu was someone who, when happy, would let the whole world know but would hide away when hurt, not wanting anyone to see her wounds. Moreover, a small cut from chopping vegetables was a minor issue to her; it was just a nick, not a deep wound, so she really didn’t pay it much mind.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

She was about to withdraw her hand when Bo Yan gripped it tighter. Xia Siyu looked at him in surprise as he led her forward a few steps, directly to the sink. He pressed out the bruised blood near the wound and, though at first Xia Siyu felt only a delayed dullness, the pressure soon brought a burning, stinging sensation. Yet the cool flow of water quickly neutralized this dull pain.

After cleaning the cut, Bo Yan still pulled her to sit on the sofa, “Wait here for a while. I am going to get you a first aid kit.”

Bo Yan quickly went upstairs and came down with a small first aid kit. He was accustomed to carrying some medical essentials, especially when traveling abroad, as they were convenient for minor ailments. Xia Siyu still appeared indifferent, “Just give me a band-aid, I can stick it on myself.”

Bo Yan looked serious, frowning, “Either you let me handle it, or I call a doctor, or you go to the hospital. Choose from the three options.”

Xia Siyu didn’t want to choose any, but the first option seemed slightly better. She handed her paw over to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan opened the first aid kit, inspected the wound carefully, disinfected it with an alcohol swab, then selected a plaster, cut a suitable length with scissors, and wrapped it around her finger methodically. He was bending his head, bangs falling over his forehead, swaying gently with his movements. From this angle, his eyelashes appeared dense and long, his nose sharp, and his lips soft and full…

Indeed, if he hadn’t had such good looks, her mother wouldn’t have fallen for him back then.

As she mused, Bo Yan had already finished bandaging her, seeming to sense something, he lifted his head to look at her.

In the camera lens, the empty living room, the two seated on the sofa hand in hand, their gazes meeting..