The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 665: Chapter 662: Separation (4)
 

Xia Siyu had even “tsked” before reaching one hand out of the bathtub, fumbling around the edge while holding her cell phone in the other. Bo Yan knew what she wanted, and he handed her a glass of iced wine, which she sipped slowly before speaking, “The cries are so fake, and the acting is terrible. That blush on her face is definitely from rouge.”

Despite having watched the movie, she still felt the need to comment, leaving Bo Yan somewhat speechless as he responded, “It’s not real, it’s a movie, it’s obviously acted.”

Xia Siyu even turned to look at him, “But didn’t this movie win an award? The lead actress became famous because of this film.”

Bo Yan was even more at a loss for words, “The film itself won the award, not the two leads. And indeed, the performance of the leads in the face of the nation’s ruin was not bad. It was very popular at the time, and many big directors have made similar films. Although it was also for the box office, you can take a look at the set design, the camera movement, and the narration – they are absolutely masterful. To produce such an effect in that era was quite remarkable.”

Bo Yan had outgrown lowbrow tastes, especially since he was considering becoming a director, he watched movies mainly for the films themselves.

But Xia Siyu didn’t care, she watched movies to see handsome men and beautiful women. Of course, if the acting was too cringeworthy or the filming too poor, she couldn’t bear to watch it.

She deliberately teased him, “However, the set design is indeed nice. Aren’t historical dramas always equipped with a fake mountain, a swing, and a bathhouse?”

Bo Yan, catching her hint, took Xia Siyu’s wine glass, put it to his lips, and downed it in one go. Under the influence of the bath and the alcohol, a flush quickly spread across his face.

Xia Siyu, grinning broadly, set her cell phone down on a stool next to the bathtub, turned around, and sat on his lap. She then reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him over from left to right, and seriously critiqued, “Hmm, it’s mediocre at best.”

Bo Yan also casually wrapped his arms around her waist, but Xia Siyu, who had been so enthusiastic just moments ago, now played coy and refused to play along. Still smiling cheerfully, she said, “That won’t do, if it’s acting, then it’s ‘acting,’ and acting isn’t real. You have to perform for me to critique you.”

She even went on to belittle him, “Besides, even if you’re not acting and are actually being sincere,”

“Then tell me, how should I perform to get a high score above ninety from you?”

Xia Siyu’s eyes rolled around as she pondered, “Well… have you ever heard of the saying ‘fake it till you make it’?”

Just as Bo Yan was about to get up, the sound of water splashed as Xia Siyu firmly pressed him down, her laughter filled with triumph, “But still, we must follow the procedure, how did they perform it in the movie just now?”