Although Bo Yan had been by her side these days, she had gradually gotten used to interacting with him. In fact, if the guy didn't make too much of a fuss, she couldn't be bothered to resist.
But being accustomed is one thing, liking is another.
Right now, she was merely used to having Bo Yan around, and far from liking him.
Even the word "like" still carried a tone of rejection for her.
The worst part was that she couldn't get out of her marriage to Bo Yan until she had won the Best Actress award and proven herself to her family. Foolishly, she had handed him the leverage, agreeing not to move out.
And she needed to rely on Bo Yan's power to win Best Actress quickly.
Isn't this just like delivering oneself to slaughter, how could Bo Yan not take a bite?
Xia Siyu had always been decisive in her actions; she either liked something or she didn't. When she liked something, she would chase it fervently; when she didn't, she would discard it like an old shoe.