The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 476: Chapter 475 Archives (5)
 

Xia Siyu may have been straightforward, careless, and influenced by Western thought, but she was also a woman.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A woman, no matter how rough her temperament may be, is often a little more delicate than many men, more sensitive to touch, and more attentive to small details.

Nowadays, society has changed, and many women have embraced a more open perspective toward their personal lives.

However, even though many women have become more liberated in terms of their bodies, they still feel moved by the tender, gentle, and caring little acts of their male partners.

Of course, being moved is not the same as liking someone, nor is it love, but a little flutter could be enough to melt the ice on her heart.

Just like now.

No matter how many sweet nothings Bo Yan whispered in her ear last night, she always felt that most of them were spoken to ensure a more enjoyable night’s sleep in the future. Men never skimp on their linguistic talents in these matters, saying whatever sounds nice. But once out of bed and the room, it might not be the same scene as before.

But this kind of contact in a semi-public setting, nonchalantly yet attentively, could cause a woman’s heart to race.

At least she felt it a little right now. Xia Siyu was usually carefree and sufficiently independent. She not only disliked men micro-managing her or being authoritative, but she also disliked being treated like a delicate plant that required unconditional pampering and care. She was capable of independence, with her own personal needs and dignity.

However, being cared for and looked after felt very nice.

She raised her head and quickly glanced at the book he was holding.

Those archive folders, covered with dust and smelling of ink, were too hard to make out anything with just a brief scan. But the book in Bo Yan’s hand was so close because they were standing so near each other that to examine it carefully, she would have to lean against Bo Yan.

“…That should be it, I suppose.”

“Is it?” Bo Yan didn’t step back. He just tilted his head slightly and quickly glanced over the subtitles on the archive folder.

Actually, he had probably found the right one, based on the entry Xia Siyu had just copied down, but he teasingly said to her, “I don’t think it is.”

“Then keep looking,” Xia Siyu murmured. Perhaps it was because this was an archive, much like a library, where a certain level of quietness needed to be maintained.

Archives are not like libraries where just anyone can enter, but even so, this was still a public area. Although the staff responsible for overseeing and managing the archives might be sitting quite far away by the door, possibly enjoying their computer and browsing the internet, she still didn’t want to make any noise here.

Bo Yan was right. She did indeed feel particularly elated when there might be others around. It wasn’t just her; he felt the same way. Deep down, people have a bit of a naughty streak, finding more joy in carrying out private acts in public spaces, relishing the thrill of being on the edge of discovery and nondiscovery.

Bo Yan nodded. Even though Xia Siyu might not have seen this nod, he did indeed continue looking for the book earnestly. He stepped forward half a pace—Xia Siyu was already between him and the bookshelf, and with his step, she was completely pressed against the shelf. Her back was against shelves and books, enveloped in ink and dust. In front, was his body, as solid as steel.

She looked around—there was no one else here. The only archivist was still tapping away on a keyboard and mouse in the distance, apparently not glancing in their direction at all.