Luo Qingman lifted her leg and asked, "Does it hurt?"

In order to show tension and ferocity, her kick was not light and she was wearing high heels.

Yan Huaiqing reached out his hand to her, "Give me a hand."

Luo Qingman held his hand and pulled him to sit up straight without much effort.

Yan Huaiqing looked up at her, his hands on the armrests, and she happened to be looking down, meeting his eyes.

He frowned slightly, the carelessness and arrogance in his brows disappeared, and a little more pity appeared, "It hurts."

"I saw some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine nearby. I'll get it for you. If there are bruises, they won't appear so quickly. You can go back and take a look tonight. If there are really bruises, use the medicine to rub them away." Luo Qingman looked away uncomfortably and turned around.

Yan Huaiqing held her wrist and pulled her back, saying with a smile: "I was just kidding. The protective measures were well taken. It only hurt when I kicked you."

Luo Qingman looked at him and hit his head with the handle of the dagger, "You want a beating."

Yan Huaiqing looked pleased and let go of her hand. "Take off your makeup and change your clothes. Let's go shoot other scenes."

She nodded and turned to leave.

Yan Huaiqing looked at her back and touched the place on his head where she hit him without much concern.

He doesn't need to change his clothes, he wears the same outfit throughout the entire MV. He just needs to wash off the blood makeup on his face.

The makeup artist was removing Luo Qingman's makeup. Yan Huaiqing removed the bloodstains himself and walked over to her. "Do you want my help?"

The makeup artist was removing the makeup from Luo Qingman's neck. Luo Qingman glanced at him and stretched out her left hand towards him, "Here."

Yan Huaiqing looked at the makeup remover on the table, poured some on her hands, and then gently rubbed it on her arms.

Luo Qingman glanced at his face. The wrist he was holding was tinged with the warmth of his fingertips. The place on her arm where he was massaging gradually became warmer. She couldn't help but droop her eyelashes, controlling the urge to pull her hand back.

The makeup artist took a break from her busy schedule and glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. Thinking of what her husband had said to her, she couldn't suppress a smile.

After Yan Huaiqing rubbed the makeup, she took the makeup remover wipes to wipe off the mixture, then took another one to wipe her arm clean, and then the other arm.

After he left, Luo Qingman breathed a sigh of relief.

After removing her makeup, Jiang Rang came over with a few boxes of lunch, "Brother Yan, Teacher Luo, it's time for lunch. Tell Qiao Xian not to go get it, I've brought it all."

"Thanks."

Yan Huaiqing took one of the most special take-away boxes and handed it to Luo Qingman, "This one doesn't have shredded ginger."

Luo Qingman looked at him, "Did you specifically ask not to release the ginger?"

"The food here at the cinema likes to use ginger and garlic to remove the fishy smell. I mentioned this to the person in charge of the purchasing team last night."

Luo Qingman lowered her eyes and opened the lunch box in her hand, "Thank you."

"It's okay. I just mentioned it a little bit. When I invite you to be my heroine, I have to consider all aspects." Yan Huaiqing took out a box of yogurt and placed it next to her. "Would you like some?"

"Yeah." Luo Qingman nodded.

But she is not a big star enough to ask someone to take all the small details into consideration. To put it bluntly, it is just a collaboration.

After lunch, Yan Huaiqing ordered fruit tea for the MV crew. He held his phone in front of Luo Qingman and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Luo Qingman held his phone and swiped it, "Nuan Yang Qing Ti Bar, osmanthus roasted milk in the morning, hot fruit tea in the afternoon, are you trying to fill my stomach with water? I have to go to the toilet several times."

"We're going to shoot outside later, so warm up." Yan Huaiqing took the phone back. "If you catch a cold, I'll be to blame."