Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Chapter 24: A Bath (2)

When he reached Xia Siyu’s bedroom door, Bo Yan stood still there for a long time. His expression was so calm that it looked a bit indifferent. The bedroom was strangely quiet, as if no one was there at all. If he had not seen a snaking trail of clothes which she had thrown on the floor, he would even suspect that she had not returned tonight.

Wait, a pile of clothes thrown on the floor? Through the crack of the door, Bo Yan could even see her bra and lacy underwear pitifully hanging at the foot of the bed.

And she was not in the bedroom.

If she were just changing into pajamas, she did not have to strip everything off. Yet, her bra and underwear were thrown in the room.

Bo Yan frowned, and he lightly pushed open the door. The bright lights were lit within the room, and the room indeed looked messy.

Although she had thrown her clothes all over the floor, she was not in the bedroom. Bo Yan stood at the entrance and scanned the room. In this apartment, the living room, the dining room, and the balcony were all connected. Other than this bedroom, there was the study room, the movie room, and the guest bedroom.

No matter how he looked, the other rooms did not contain anyone. Thinking about it, he walked into the room and looked at the half-closed bathroom at the side.

Light was coming from the bathroom, and the vague sound of water flowing was resounding out.

Bo Yan pulled the bathroom door open, but he did not have any nasty thoughts.

He had drunk a bit, and his brain was a bit light. In his muddled brain, he thought of the dinner just now where they talked about an actor having depression.

Although actors looked impressive, they were constantly in the spotlight. The moment they became slightly careless, all their actions would be magnified. All sorts of people would join in the criticism. Even Bo Yan—who came from a family of college professors and whose education, character, and acting skills were impeccable—had anti-fans. The only difference was how many each actor had. After all, actors were not money—it was impossible for everyone to like them.

Some people could withstand the stress, and they would not be bothered. Others were more fragile, and they would even question their lives after being scolded by professional antis and rival fans. They might leave the entertainment industry or even get depressed. It was not rare to see people trying to commit suicide.

Xia Siyu had been scolded for so many years. Although it looked like she was so used to it that she no longer cared, she was still a girl who was only twenty-something years old. If one clicked on her Weibo, one would see how horrendous the vulgarities under the posts were. It was as if the entire world’s evil was all concentrated there.

This time, it had intensified because of him.

What if…

When Bo Yan pulled open the door, he found the bathroom filled with steam. In the dense steam, he could see Xia Siyu lying in the bathtub, with one of her white and long arms hanging outside the bathtub. Her head rested against her arm, leaning against the side of the bathtub.

She looked like the famous painting “The Death of Marat.”

Bo Yan’s heart trembled, and he walked faster. He reached his hand out and placed it under her nose.

Luckily, she was still breathing.

Her breathing was also stable and calm. The water in the bathtub was also clear, and there were no traces of blood or drugs.

Did this woman fall asleep while taking a bath?

Bo Yan touched the water and noticed that the temperature was a bit low, perhaps because she had been in the water for a long time. However, when he tested the water temperature, Bo Yan accidentally saw the pretty scene below the water.

He averted his gaze, and it coincidentally landed on her nearby face.