The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1668 - 1658: Constellations (Part 3)

There’s no such thing as astrological compatibility; it’s only about whether you fit together well. Even if you search based on birth dates, family background, and everything else you imagine, you might still never find the perfect person.

As they kept watching, the evening slowly set in. Xia Siyu lowered her head and sneezed with an "Achoo." The desert cools down quickly. It was sweltering when they came out in the evening, but now it’s beginning to feel a bit chilly.

Fortunately, Bo Yan had brought clothes in his bag. When he reached in, he found Xia Siyu’s jacket, which was just a thin and slippery sun-protective clothing. It was fine for blocking the sun, but now that it’s late, it wasn’t quite suitable anymore.

But his jacket was thicker, so Bo Yan simply took off his own and draped it over her shoulders. Xia Siyu turned her head: "But what about you?"

Bo Yan adjusted it for her: "I’m fine, I’ve got thick clothes on underneath. I knew we’d be coming here this time, so I wore a bit more. Plus, I’m carrying a backpack, which also keeps me warm."

Xia Siyu nodded: "If you get cold, let me know."

They packed up and started heading back. In the desert at night, there really aren’t many other activities. Besides, the production team adopted a "laissez-faire" policy, not mandating any group activities except for some "punishments."

So Han Yifan and Shang Feifei took a lap and went back to rest. That senior couple returned to their tent and continued to chat about their kids. Although some viewers doubted whether they were too eager to launch their children into the spotlight, different situations call for displaying different aspects of life. For instance, Zhou Weiwei and Zhang Wenyi were previously focused on romance, but now, since they hadn’t eaten well, their tent wasn’t set up well either. With no entertainment options in the desert, they went to bed early.

Bo Yan and Xia Siyu returned to their tent. The tents for each group weren’t right next to each other; they were a little distanced apart.

By the time Xia Siyu and her group arrived, most of the other groups had finished their preparations and were ready to rest.

The production team didn’t want to intervene, but there were cameras installed in the tents, although they could be covered at bedtime. In the desert, it’s not easy to take a proper bath. The production team left them to manage on their own. They had to fetch some water, boil it, and then mix it with cold water to wash themselves. Washing hair required bending over and using a basin.

The conditions were tough, but it was everyone’s first night in the desert, and for many, their first time staying in a tent, so there was still a sense of novelty.

After washing up, Xia Siyu crawled into her sleeping bag, wrapping herself up like a caterpillar. Bo Yan knew she was quite a sleepyhead and didn’t want to disturb her rest, so he turned off the light, faced away from her, and used a flashlight to study the map.

At their current pace, covering seventy kilometers in a single day tomorrow was almost impossible. Even riding a camel, it seemed unlikely.

But they’d already walked ten kilometers less today, and who knows when they’d wake up tomorrow or how far they could go. They might not even reach the designated point by the day after tomorrow night.

Furthermore, the production team instructed them not to abandon anyone and not to leave any group behind. Yet, they were encouraged to compete against each other. The guides and other personnel allocated to each group were sufficient, indicating that the production team anticipated some groups splitting up.

Tomorrow, whoever wakes up first and leaves earliest, covers the most ground, and arrives first will depend on their capability.

Moreover, the twenty kilometers on the day after tomorrow, which veered off the national road, meant the guide wouldn’t direct them; they would have to find their own way. From day to night, that stretch would truly test their abilities.

"Why aren’t you sleeping yet?" Xia Siyu lifted her head from behind while Bo Yan was deep in thought.

She was not much of a picky sleeper, usually falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. But this time, in the desert, even after tidying up, she kept feeling there was sand in her sleeping bag.

"Aren’t you going to sleep?" Bo Yan turned his head, speaking softly, not wanting to disturb her or anyone else. After all, besides their four groups, there was at least a team of dozens outside. Most had fallen into slumber, and since they stayed in tents, every move inside could be heard outside.

"I’m itchy~" Xia Siyu squirmed like a caterpillar, trying hard to scratch, but being tightly bound in the sleeping bag, she couldn’t reach the itch. In her urgency, she seemed to have pulled the sleeping bag’s zipper wrong, which got stuck. She could only roll around like a panda, trying to scratch the itch.

The sound was somewhat melodic, and in this slightly intimate tent setting, it seemed a bit flirtatious. But her caterpillar-like squirming made it extremely amusing.

Bo Yan watched her twist around. Maybe her actions were too entertaining, or maybe her muffled groaning was too cute, but he sat there laughing and didn’t lend a hand.

Xia Siyu wriggled and couldn’t reach the itch, becoming utterly irritated. She struggled out from the front of the sleeping bag, shouting roughly: "Hey, are you dead? I’m itching to death here! Help me out."

Bo Yan, not often one to spar with her, sat upright, feigning seriousness: "Is that how you ask for help? You should say: Mr. Bo, please help me with this, thank you."

"Hey, Bo Yan, you’ve got some nerve! Quickly untie this for me, hurry!"

Xia Siyu was definitely aware they were filming a reality show, and the camera was likely capturing all of this. But she was simply annoyed by Bo Yan’s deliberate "arrogance." Although she was being fierce, she didn’t carry any real intimidation, more like a cute little kitten being "ferociously cute."

Bo Yan sat by watching, but he really did get up and helped her with the sleeping bag zipper—not pulling it open, but closing it completely.

With a "click," the sleeping bag was sealed from head to toe, bundling her as tightly as a mummy. All you needed was a black donkey hoof, and you could play a zombie.

Xia Siyu was fuming mad inside, furiously cursing: "Bo Yan, you trash, big jerk! Let go of me! I’m warning you, don’t test me, or I’ll poison you!"

Bo Yan ignored her, turning to organize the gear for tomorrow. He hadn’t bought a compass, but he had a way to determine direction for that final stretch.

As he sorted through things, Xia Siyu continued her spirited rage. Having practiced dance and boxing, she had great flexibility and core strength. Bo Yan didn’t release her, so she adjusted her breathing, went for a kip-up, using her back muscles to go from lying down to standing.

Xia Siyu stood up shakily, quickly regaining her feisty attitude: