"Hello?"

As night fell, Jin He glanced at her watch as she stepped out of the hotel and realized it was already 10:40 PM.

"Why haven't you gone home yet? Have you been drinking?"

"No." Jin He smiled. "My manager is very capable. He helped me avoid drinking several glasses of wine, and then he stopped offering me toasts."

Occasionally, a few child actors would come out of the hotel, wave to Jin He, and say, "Teacher Jin He, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Jin He returned the greeting politely. "Don't worry, I'll be back right now. I have a driver. You'll definitely see me in half an hour."

"So you've been staying up all night too."

"Then I was wrong." Jin He bent down and got into the car. "I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, Jin He still felt a little helpless. After all, since she started working again, An Yi seemed to have entered a state of high alert. She could feel very tense every day and even turned down work outside the province, only running around within the province at most.

As a result, Jin He would run into him on set almost every day, and he would even do the work of his assistant.

"Brother Xiaohe, we'll be at the set at nine tomorrow, so I'll pick you up at seven?" Assistant Xiaobai turned to him to tell him about her schedule. "Then there are probably a few scenes to film tomorrow. Brother Fu said it would be best to do a live stream to communicate with the fans if you have time, but it can't interfere with your lunch break, so we'll do it in the car tomorrow night?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Then there's a variety show the day after tomorrow that requires us to stay in the countryside for a day, and Brother An said he'll personally go with you guys."

"ah?"

Jin He turned around abruptly, "Who agreed?"

“Brother An said he was worried about you, what if you caught a cold?”

All right.

Jin He silently sat back down, picked up the script and started reading, even though she already knew the lines by heart and the character biographies were almost long enough to be a full-length biography.

Twenty-five minutes later, they arrived home. It was already past eleven o'clock at night. An Yi had given Jin He an ultimatum: to go to bed no later than eleven o'clock every night. As soon as Jin He opened the door, she saw An Yi sitting at the dining table with a glass of steaming milk in front of him.

He sat at the table. Only the small kitchen light was on, and only the dining area was dimly lit. An Yi sat there, like a one-man show actor on a stage.

Jin He pulled out a chair and sat down next to him. Knowing that he might be a little annoyed, she silently drank the glass of milk.

“You’re always like this.” An Yi saw that he had finished drinking, crossed his arms and began to nag him, “I’ve told you before, you have to be home by 10 p.m. every night and you have to go to bed by 11 p.m. after working, but you never listen to me.”

"It was my fault today; I talked to the director and the others a little too much." Jin He's attitude in admitting her mistake was very sincere.

“But it’s already past eleven o’clock, which is already considered staying up all night.” An Yi pointed to his watch and said, “You never care about yourself. You didn’t care about yourself when you were in the group. You drank coffee like water and slept whenever you felt like it. Otherwise, how did your heart break down? It’s the same now. I’ve told you this so many times.”

"But I've been adhering to the body protection agreement at work recently."

"Okay, so you said you'd follow the rules, right? Then let me ask you..." An Yi started bringing up old grievances, "Who was filming on set until 1 a.m. last week? Who missed lunch last Thursday and had low blood sugar and felt dizzy in the afternoon? Who was craving milk tea last Saturday and their heart rate spiked to 170?"

"Damn it, my phone's health check in the practice room immediately triggered an alarm, so I rushed to your film set."

"Well... I thought it was mango pomelo sago... who knew it was mango milk green tea?" Jin He muttered, "My assistant ordered it sugar-free to lose weight, and it doesn't taste good at all."

"And, and this Monday..."

An Yi had clearly been putting up with Jin He for a long time, and today he was determined to get to the bottom of things: "This Monday, you said you would use a stunt double for your action scenes, right?"

"Yes, I used it."

"You're talking nonsense! When I visited the set, I saw you dash up onto the two-meter-high diving platform in one leap."

"Because we discussed with the director and staff that this location required showing our faces, we needed to shoot a close-up shot first. A stunt double would be needed to jump off the platform."

"You always have so many excuses. So it turns out I shouldn't have questioned you about coming home late today?" An Yi became increasingly angry. "Jin He, I originally thought that if you didn't think about yourself, you should at least think about me, but it turns out that's not what you think."

Oh no, they called me by my full name! They must be really angry.

Experience told Jin He that all she needed to do now was admit her mistake, because any attempt to use clever tricks or seduction would only make An Yi angrier. So Jin He lowered her head and pretended to listen to a lecture.

"you……"

An Yi was about to say something when he glanced at the wall clock: it was 11:30.

"Never mind, you go to sleep first. I've prepared your bath water; the temperature should be just right now."

"Oh well."

Jin He thought the matter was over, but when he came back after taking a shower, he sat in front of the mirror while drying his hair. An Yi routinely dried his hair and then left. Jin He turned his head and saw that An Yi had taken his pillow.

What are you doing?

Jin He caught up with An Yi and asked.

“I think we all need to calm down right now. I need some time to put my emotions aside, and you need to reflect on where you went wrong.”

An Yi stood guard at the door to the guest room, his face as cold as ice, his heart as hard as iron.

"So you're not sleeping with me tonight?"

"yes."

"What if I have heart problems at night?"

An Yi: "..."

Jin He touched his nose under An Yi's intense gaze.

"Why don't you come up here?"

An Yi, wrapped in a blanket, lay on the cold floor. Upon hearing this, he pulled the blanket over his head and said, "No."

"I was wrong."

"Glib-tongued."

Isn't the ground cold?

"It's not cold!"

After a while, An Yi heard a rustling sound. He was about to look up to find the source of the sound when he was surprised to find that something slippery had crawled into the bed like an eel.

"Hiss... What are you doing here? Isn't the floor cold?"

"It's not cold." Jin He buried her face in An Yi's neck and took a breath. "You smell so good."

A suspicious blush rose to An Yi's ears.

“I really know, An Yi.” Jin He hugged his waist and then slowly began to reason with him. “I really didn’t want to eat dinner tonight, but I still held back and ate some beef, vegetables and fruit... I also ate a little rice.”

"Staying up all night on set is the most normal thing, so the first thing I did when I got to the set was to make connections everywhere and schedule all my scenes for daytime. I treated people to milk tea and meals many times."

"Also, I had a business dinner tonight. Someone came over to toast me, but I substituted juice. Brother Fu even explained for me for a long time that my heart and stomach aren't very good."

"I know what you're afraid of, and I'm trying my best to take care of myself. But my body was severely depleted before, so let's not rush things and take it slow, okay?"

"Even for you, I will live to be a hundred years old."

An Yi lay on the floor, one arm around Jin He's waist, listening to him chatter on and on.

"I see."

"Don't worry about me, An Yi." Jin He tilted her head back and kissed his chin. "I'll be healthy and well."

"Hmm." An Yi gently patted Jin He's back and said, "Go to bed, the floor is cold."