In the morning, consciousness gradually returned due to the stimulation of pain.
What time is it?
"Uh." Ah, my head hurts. If I had known, I wouldn't have drunk that glass of red wine yesterday.
Jing Zuohuai endured the discomfort, his eyes still a little sore. After a long pause, he reluctantly opened them, but when he did...
Help, can someone tell him what happened last night? How did I end up sleeping in his arms? How did Senior He end up sleeping with his arms around me? No wonder there was such a heavy weight on my waist.
That perfect sleeping face, those abdominal muscles, that waistline! He resisted the urge to touch them.
Ah! Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would not be able to see this beautiful scenery!
The alarm rang at seven o'clock on time. Jing Zuohuai was startled and closed his eyes in panic.
That's not right. Why is he closing his eyes? He hasn't done anything wrong. He's sleeping in his own bed, shirtless, and I can't look at him? Really!
He turned around to find his phone and turned it off.
"Awake?" He Zhijin's voice sounded behind him. His voice was a little low, perhaps because he had just woken up.
This was the first time he had ever heard such a sound. What should he do? His ears were burning and his heart was beating so loud. What if someone heard him?
He Zhijin sat up and glanced at his phone. It was seven o'clock, and the child had to go to the crew soon. He put on the clothes he had prepared last night. "There are dumplings in the refrigerator that I bought last time. I'll make some porridge. It's a simple breakfast, and I'll make you a big dinner when you finish filming."
Jing Zuohuai turned his back to him and whispered okay, waiting for him to leave before getting out of bed to wash up.
The sound of water boiling could be heard outside. He was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. He had changed into his pajamas, which must have been done by him. But did He Zhijin have the habit of sleeping naked? His upper body was bare, but his lower body... I didn't notice.
Remember last night...
After drinking too much last night, I seemed to have asked him to carry me. He Zhijin must have been a little reluctant, but in the end he did as he wished.
On his back, Jing Zuohuai's thoughts were a little wandering, and the scent of ancient pine on his body could barely help him regain some sanity.
Jing Zuohuai: "Am I heavy?"
He Zhijin: "Not heavy, you are so thin that only bones are left."
Jing Zuohuai wanted to say something more. But his head felt heavy and he felt sleepy, so he kept on mumbling, unwilling to give up. He sensed that He Zhijin had refused the driver's help and put him in the car himself, even fastening his seatbelt. He seemed to grab twice, but didn't catch anything.
The light music in the car started, and he knew that He Zhijin was going to take him back. Before he completely lost his mind, it was when he carried him out of the car.
What happened after that? I really want to know!
This was the first time they slept in the same bed. How could I have fallen asleep like this?
"It's time to eat." He Zhijin's voice came.
Jing Zuohuai's thoughts were pulled back, "Ah, um, okay, I'll be right there!"
It doesn't matter. I have already shown him my ugly side before, so it doesn't matter anymore.
As soon as he came out, he saw a delicious breakfast. To be honest, he was really hungry. There were also chocolates and painkillers on the tea table, probably prepared in case he felt unwell.
"Pork and corn dumplings and pumpkin and millet porridge." He Zhijin set the table, "I've put a spoonful of sugar in the porridge. Would you like to taste it?"
He sat across from him, eating half-baked dumplings from a well-known brand that tasted pretty good. The millet porridge had just the right amount of sweetness, which was just right for him.
"Delicious!" Jing Zuhuai ate the porridge bit by bit. He was so concerned! What happened last night?
"If it tastes good, eat more. You won't gain weight with breakfast, so don't worry." He Zhijin was eating dumplings. He saw his embarrassment and spoke softly.
"I don't know who it was last night, but as soon as he came back he started yelling about being hungry and clamoring for food. I saw you were already asleep so I didn't wake you up. He also complained about being hot, and his coat and clothes were all over the floor..."
Jing Zuhuai quickly looked up at him when he heard this. No way, did he really lose his composure last night?
Seeing his dazed look made me want to laugh, "To be honest, he's not really that honest. He kept hiding when I was wiping himself and changing clothes. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he kept mumbling 'no, no, no'."
He thought back.
In fact, I felt painful when I carried him on my back. I had carried him and hugged him before. Although he was thin at that time, he was thin in a healthy and well-proportioned way.
Now, he was so light that he seemed only a skeleton. Putting him in the car and buckling him up, the child's brow furrowed, his sleep uneasy. When his head rested on my shoulder, he seemed to have finally found a long-lost sense of belonging.
After bringing him back, while I was taking off my coat, the child had already taken off most of his clothes and went to bed. He touched the photo of his little ear and said things like "Brother is back."
It took He Zhijin a long time to take the photo out of his arms and coax him to take a bath and change into pajamas.
He didn't get to take a bath, the drunk was too lazy. In the end, I just wiped him down briefly, and the child rarely showed any signs of being spoiled, whining.
When I was about to leave, he grabbed the edge of my clothes. I didn't know if I was dreaming, but I sobbed softly, saying that I was so tired and wanted to give up, but I couldn't...
He wondered if he hadn't had a good life these years, but apart from being more mature than before, he hadn't changed in any other way.
He gave up those bad thoughts and answered him, "You are not bad at drinking. You are much better than the drunkards I have seen. You should not drink next time. No one is forcing you."
Jing Zuohuai nodded after hearing this. He was indeed hungry, otherwise he wouldn't have eaten everything.
He Zhijin ate relatively little. "Do you have a headache? There are painkillers on the table. Remember to take the medicine in half an hour."
"Okay." Jing Zuhuai finished his meal and sat down on the sofa to read the script while He Zhijin helped him clean up the dishes. Today's plot was quite emotional, and I wondered if I could control myself...
It should be possible. Anyway, my illness hasn't recurred for a long time. If it doesn't work, I'll just take medicine.
I waited until the time was almost up before going to the set to put on makeup. Jing Zuohuai took a painkiller and finished the glass of water.
He Zhijin was waiting for him at the door, and when he came over, he put his coat on him and said, "Let's go."
"good."
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