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Chapter 82 Blocking the door (8)

Xia Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, and Bo Yan behind her snorted: "Who said you have poor acting skills? Isn't this good?"

As soon as the sound of water moved, he came out of the water freely.

He turned off the lights in the bathroom, and he tightened the shower curtains. He even helped to put the water in the bathtub. He was afraid that people like Shang Feier would not be exposed when they came in just now.

Xia Siyu turned her head and saw that he was not wearing shoes, his socks and legs were soaked in water, so he was wet below the bend of his knees, which looked a little funny.

But his expression was as calm as ever, his upper body was very stable, and his pants soaked in water were tightly pressed against his body, outlining vague muscle lines.

This little embarrassment actually added a little different hormones to him.

Because of the water release, the room was filled with fog, and there was a little hot water temperature, and the breathing was a little uncomfortable.

Xia Siyu felt a little stuffy in her chest and the atmosphere was a little subtle. She quickly turned around and said, "Since it's okay, I will tell Song Fengzhi later, asking him to help support the group of people and let them leave first. Once they leave, you can go back and rest."

She hurriedly walked out and was about to open the bathroom door. She held her hand on the door handle, and a big hand was just over the back of her hand, holding it tightly to prevent her from opening the door.

Xia Siyu's heart jumped wildly in an instant.

His palms were a little moist, and there were rough palm lines on the palm. His hands were big, with long fingertips and distinct joints, but his hands were very cold.

Bo Yan's breath floated over her head, and her tone was calm: "Wait first, I have something to tell you."

In the past, Bo Yan rarely approached like this. It was fine to act, after all, it was work. They were professional actors, and they could distinguish work and life. In recent years, the closest thing was just now. He gently swept the stains on her chest with his hands and tied her yukata belt. But his expression was too calm, so calm that she felt that she was a big tree standing in front of him, which could not arouse any fluctuations. He was even more enthusiastic about a puppy than her.

But at this moment, maybe it was because the room was too hot and stuffy, maybe it was because the two of them were getting too close, maybe it was because he was holding her hand at this time, and his breath was blowing finely on top of her head, and she could feel the temperature behind him.

She was a little stiff, and instantly recalled the scene of the two of them tangling and rolling together when they were filming a kissing scene. It was also like this, the room was a little bit boring, it was like this, it was like this, it was like this, it was like this, it was like this, it was like this, and it was like this, holding her hand, breathing together...

She even recalled the scene when they were together in the past, when the two of them were close together.

The bathroom was very quiet, so quiet that there was a drop of water drops in the bathtub, which was also clearly audible.

Then, his voice came: "You just said you wanted to increase the fighting scenes. What's your way of playing with me?"

"So what?" Even Xia Siyu herself did not realize that her voice was a little bit weak.

"Are you taking revenge on what happened tonight? You obviously scolded me first and ate my midnight snack, but you even had to add a fight scene. What do you want to fight?"

Xia Siyu was a little confused. She felt she was lacking in oxygen and was thirsty. She couldn't help but rolled her tongue around her lips.
Chapter completed!
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