Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

But she didn't want to say, he was not easy to ask questions, and the atmosphere naturally cooled down.

Although Xia Siyu is a personal madness, the only object she doesn't make a fuss about is blunt words.

Two people, one has a hard-to-speak, the other doesn't want to speak, and is quiet, but there is a strange and gentle feeling.

Xia Siyu did the same. She came to Sicily and naturally did not want to stay in the villa every day. She came here to revisit her old place.

But she is unwilling to let the show crew follow the film, she is unwilling to consume her mother, and she is unwilling to expose her privacy to the public.

I don't know how the program group was allocated, but she came to Sicily with all her heart, and she had to fulfill her wish.

You have to think of a way, not to stroll around the former residence, even if you take a look at it from a distance.

"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu?"

Xia Siyu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly raised her head, her head still a little bit unturned: "What's the matter?"

Without saying a word, he just lowered his head and looked at her fingers.

Xia Siyu lowered his head following his gaze and found that his fingers had just been cut to the distraction and bleeding.

Bo Yan grabbed her injured hand and observed her wound seriously, with a calm expression: "You are injured."

Xia Siyu is a person who will let the whole world know that she is happy when she is happy, but when she is hurt, she will hide herself instead of letting people see her wounds. What's more, it's just the small scene of cutting vegetables and being cut to the hand, and it's just a little bit of skin.

"Oh, little things."

He was about to withdraw his hand, his thin grip tightened. Xia Siyu was stunned for a moment, and Bo Yan took her hand and walked two steps forward, walking directly under the faucet. Forced to squeeze out the bruise near the wound, ten fingers connected to the heart, although Xia Siyu felt a little dull at first, but after the backlog, there will still be a burning and tingling sensation. But the cool water quickly neutralized this dull pain.

After rinsing, Bo Yan pulled her to the sofa and sat down: "You wait here for a while. I'll get you the medicine box."

Bo Yan quickly went upstairs and down again, and took a small medicine box. When he is away from home, especially when he is abroad, he is still accustomed to bringing a little hand-held medicine. It is also convenient to have a headache. Xia Siyu still looked indifferent: "Give me an OK stretch and I just need to post it myself."

Bo Yan's expression was serious and frowned: "Or you leave it to me, or I call the doctor, or you go to the hospital. Three options, you choose."

Xia Siyu didn't want to choose any one, but in comparison, it was better to be the first one. She handed her paw to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan opened the medicine box, looked at the wound carefully, disinfected it with an alcohol swab, and then picked out the band-aid, cut out the appropriate length with scissors, and wrapped it around her in circles. He lowered his head, the bangs on his forehead drooped, gently swaying with his movements. From this angle, his eyelashes are dense and long, his nose is very firm, and his lips are soft and full...

Also, if he didn't have this appearance, my old lady would not have liked him.

Just thinking about it, Bo Yan over there had already bandaged her, as if feeling something strange, he raised his head to look at her.

In the empty living room in the camera lens, the two sitting on the sofa, holding hands, their eyes meeting.