Green Jade Flute

At the movie premiere, a curious reporter notices the marks on Xia Siyu’s neck. “What’s that?” 
Xia Siyu flicks her hair carelessly. “A mosquito bit me.” 
After returning home, Bo Yan pins her against the wall, his voice teasing yet dangerous. 
“A mosquito? Do I need to bite you again?” 
Xia Siyu gains weight easily and is always fat shamed with words like being “as fat as a pregnant woman”. One day, she is mocked so harshly that she appears on the top searches. While everyone thinks of it as another joke, the movie star, Bo Yan, replies unexpectedly, “Thank you for your well wishes! Our baby is already three months old.”

The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

So, Xia Siyu boldly stepped forward and really just stood in front of him, closely examining his chest and abdominal muscles…


Bo Yan's body was as superior as his face. Some artists look handsome, but sadly they're not tall enough. Or they might be tall enough, but then their legs are too short, their torsos too long, without muscles—it's all just pale and thin when they strip.


There were also those obsessed with muscle training, making themselves look like King Kong, appearing too bulky and not fitting East Asian aesthetic standards.


But everything about Bo Yan was just right. With a height of 183 centimeters, he was tall enough, and he also had long legs. Broad shoulders, strong and sturdy arms. Even though he exercised regularly and had beautiful muscles, because he hadn't overly pursued a bodybuilding effect, nothing about them felt out of place.


This chest along with an eight-pack, smooth and undulating like chocolate. But not as dark as black chocolate.


Chapter 228 Turbulence (1)