The same thing happened to Jiang Ling, but Zhou Jing'an carried her directly back to the hotel.

On the first day she was embarrassed and felt that it was not appropriate to do this in front of everyone.

Although no one recognized her and Zhou Jing'an when everyone introduced themselves during the script reading, someone even ran up to Zhou Jing'an and asked him when he entered the industry and whether he had a girlfriend.

Zhou Jingan took her hand and said calmly, "This is my wife. Our son is three years old."

This sentence made the little girl blush, and she apologized and ran away. Now the whole crew knew that they were a couple and had a three-year-old son.

But it still feels a bit awkward to ask Jiang Ling to show off their affection in such a high-profile manner.

But she didn't think so the next day.

"You culprit, if you don't hold me, who will? My legs are shaking."

Jiang Ling nestled in Zhou Jing'an's arms with peace of mind, allowing others to look at her without even glancing at them.

In fact, they are indeed quite hated, but not because they are showing off their love, but because who doesn’t want someone to hold them back to the hotel when they are exhausted!

The training ground was not far from the hotel. As night fell, people went back to the hotel in groups of three or four, their shadows stretched out long by the street lights.

"Some of your movements today were not standard. I'll help you correct them and keep them. Otherwise, if you use the wrong force, the effect may be counterproductive." Zhou Jingan was still instructing her on the way back to the hotel.

Although he was not as serious as he was during the day and his expression was gentle, Jiang Ling still covered his mouth with her hand.

She forced a wry smile and said, "Stop talking, Zhou Jing'an."

Zhou Jingan knew she was exhausted, so he softened his voice and coaxed her, "Okay, I won't say anything more. I'll go back and give you a massage later. It will make you feel better."

Jiang Ling sighed, and leaned weakly in his arms, even his arms hanging down loosely. Zhou Jing'an still walked steadily, with an upright posture and brisk steps.

Seeing her so tired, and remembering Jiang Ling's painful expression during the day, Zhou Jing'an felt a little soft-hearted.

"How about I slow down your movements a bit?"

Everyone's movements are different, the difficulty is different, and the intensity of physical training is naturally different.

Zhou Jing'an did not favor one over the other, nor did he show partiality. He designed the martial arts moves according to the personality and characteristics of each character. Jiang Ling's moves were not the most difficult, but they could be ranked third.

He thought maybe he could reduce it a little to make it easier for her.

But Jiang Ling shook her head, her voice full of fatigue, "No, you showed me the movements you designed, they are very suitable for Xiao Hui, you can't reduce them."

Zhou Jingan lowered his eyes to look at her. Seeing that she was half-closed her eyes and was already a little drowsy, he softened his voice: "But you are struggling, I..."

Jiang Ling raised her hand to cover his mouth again, resting her forehead against his neck, and whispered, "Zhou Jing'an, I don't want to regret it anymore. I can't waste such a good role."

That princess is, and so is this Xiao Hui.

A nobody like her can only have a few chances to play such a role. Last time, she was too arrogant and didn't cherish it. This time, she doesn't want to regret it again.

At least if she tried her best, she would not let "Xiao Hui" down.

Zhou Jing'an looked distressed, but nodded, "Okay."

The moonlight was like water, shining on them. The air was quiet and Jiang Ling could only hear Zhou Jing'an's steady footsteps.

He finally added, "I'll stay with you."

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Note: The film's title is taken from Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

A Gift to Pei Xiucai Di in Wangchuan

The cold mountain turns green, and the autumn water flows gently.

Leaning on a stick outside the wooden gate, listening to the cicadas in the wind.

The setting sun remains at the ferry head, and a lone smoke rises over the village.

When I get drunk again, I sing wildly in front of the five willow trees.