He Zhijin helped him see the guests off, and Jing Zuohuai simply wiped the table and packed the trash in the trash can. He didn't like the smell in the room, especially when he was sleeping, because it would affect his sleep quality.

"Go take a shower, I'll clean up." He Zhijin took the garbage bag from him and put it at the door. Jing Zuhuai nodded and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The weather is cold, and Zhou Yuan's clothes are mostly made of gauze, a relatively thin fabric. They feel a bit cool now, but they will feel cold after a while.

The warm water felt soothing, and it was easy to fall asleep when you were relaxed. The hotel bathroom only had a shower, not a bathtub; Jing Zuohuai would have been happier if he could have taken a bath. He quickly rinsed himself with warm water and came out, feeling sleepy.

After He Zhijin cleaned the room, he still felt there was a strange smell, so he opened the window to ventilate.

There was still the smell of freshener in the air, and Jing Zuohuai noticed it as soon as he came out. He Zhijin turned on the humidifier and took out the hair dryer to help him blow dry his hair. "Turn it off when the smell is gone. Come here and blow dry your hair."

Jing Zuohuai yawned and sat on the sofa obediently as he was told, feeling He Zhijin's fingers touching his head, feeling warm and comfortable.

After blow-drying his hair, he felt very comfortable and lay on the bed, looking through the scenes for tomorrow's filming. He had been getting along quite well with the young master recently, and he listened to his advice and worked hard, which made him very satisfied.

Having been in this position for so long, I've seen all kinds of people. Initially, I thought he was the type who wouldn't obey discipline.

Misjudgment, Jing Zuohuai, how come you start judging people by their appearance?

We must strengthen reflection!

He Zhijin put the hair dryer back to its original place and helped him clean the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Jing Zuohuai lying on the bed wearing only a shirt, with his fair and well-proportioned legs crossed and dangling.

Unlike the heavily made-up look in the play, he now looks quite alluring with his obedient appearance without makeup.

He Zhijin approached him. He had the fresh scent of a shower on him. "It's late. Go to bed early." His voice unconsciously became soft and gentle.

Jing Zuohuai's ears turned slightly red, not sure if it was because of the distance or the heating in the room. "I'll look at the details and then go to sleep. I have another dance tomorrow and I'm afraid I won't be able to master it well."

Like a fox that suddenly came to its senses, it was secretly plotting something, wanting to have more contact with him.

"Brother, let me dance for you!" Jing Zuhuai looked at him with blinking eyes.

He Zhijin was not around when he was learning dance with Qiu Chi and Zheng Siyuan. He had only seen them once or twice when they were breaking down the movements and receiving instructions. He had never seen a complete dance.

The dance to be performed tomorrow is beautiful and enchanting. It is a dance that women from the ancient Xia Kingdom would dance for their beloved ones, and they would dance only for their lovers throughout their lives.

Jing Zuohuai had a selfish motive. He didn't want to dance for others the first time. He wanted to dance for He Zhijin to see.

Realizing that he seemed too eager, he added, "I'm worried that I won't perform well tomorrow. Could you help me take a look and check if there's anything I need to improve?"

He Zhijin, wearing only a white shirt, sat in front of him. He nodded involuntarily, "Okay."

Jing Zuohuai was very surprised and immediately got out of bed to start performing. He was just barefoot on the ground trying to find the feeling. The emotions in Jing Zuohuai's heart were about to overflow, not knowing whether it was because of the plot or because the person he liked was right in front of him.

With his back to He Zhijin, the movements in his mind overlapped with his muscle memory. His arms slowly rose from his sides, his hands fiddling with movements as they slowly lowered to the rhythm. Jing Zuohuai half-turned his head and smiled seductively at He Zhijin.

The loose clothes swayed with his movements, revealing his collarbone, chest, and shoulders from time to time, and sometimes even his underwear. His movements were very gentle, and his behavior revealed a hint of seduction.

To be honest, this temperament does not suit Jing Zuohuai at all, but his performance is impeccable.

Without accompaniment, Jing Zuohuai performed this dance entirely based on her feelings and state of mind. It was a gentle yet beautiful dance, a collision of allure and love.

Changing into clothes tomorrow will be the icing on the cake, and the effect will be even better. He Zhijin felt a little hot as he thought about it, and he pretended to be calm and drank the tea in the cup sip by sip.

Jing Zuohuai felt extremely happy after the dance, which seemed to be better than what he had thought. He hurried forward to ask He Zhijin, "How was it? Was it okay?"

"Very beautiful!" He Zhijin said sincerely. He drank a glass of water, regaining some of his rationality, "A charming beauty."

He was stunned when he received the comment. He didn't expect He Zhijin to use this word! Why, why are these four words so shameful when they come out of his mouth!

The child looked like he was asking for praise just now, but now his face is extremely red.

He Zhijin laughed and touched his head, "Go to sleep, good night."

Jing Zuohuai buried his head in the quilt and replied sheepishly, "Good night."

He Zhijin helped him close the window and turn off the lights before leaving.

As soon as he went out, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath before leaving.

His dormant emotions were revived again by Jing Zuohuai, over and over again.

He could not deny that Jing Zuohuai was the source of his affection.