"Cut!" The director stood up from his chair. He wanted to hug them both. These two darlings performed so well. Not to mention that it was a perfect take, their performance was simply amazing!
Ke Huo withdrew from the play upon hearing the director's instructions. However, the person in his arms didn't seem to hear the instructions, and Jing Zuohuai still held him like a lifeline.
Ke Huo didn't want to separate like this, but they hadn't eaten much since noon. The long-term high-intensity work would make his body unable to bear it.
"Xiao Jing, the director said it's okay." Ke Huo could feel Jing Zuohuai's body still trembling slightly, so he patted his back and comforted him.
Jing Zuohuai was still immersed in the play, hugging him tighter and tighter, "Please, don't push me away for now."
Seeing this, Jiang Rui quickly stepped forward, pulled Jing Zuhuai into his arms, and apologized to Ke Huo, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ke, our brother Jing was too immersed in the role and didn't react for the time being. I hope you don't mind."
Ke Huo shook his head. Seeing him like this, he tactfully went to the dressing room to remove his makeup.
He Zhijin stepped forward and handed him a cup of hot water. He watched Jiang Rui give Jing Zuohuai some blood-replenishing pills.
Jing Zuohuai just sat curled up on the bed, his eyes dull and lifeless, and it was obvious that he had not yet come out of the play.
He'd filmed scenes with dramatic emotional ups and downs before, so why did he feel so strange this time? He hadn't had time to ask him last time, and he wanted to know when he started having these symptoms and when he started taking the supplements.
The crew members were also very hungry, so they turned off the cameras and went to eat. Jiang Rui borrowed makeup remover and cotton pads from the makeup artist and gently removed his makeup.
The makeup on my face has been basically removed, except for the makeup on my body.
The temperature on the set was still lower than that in the lounge. Afraid of catching a cold in such a cold weather, Jiang Rui wrapped the quilt tightly around him, intending to wait until he regained consciousness before taking him back.
But He Zhijin didn't seem to want to wait for him, so he picked him up wrapped in a quilt and went back to the hotel to rest.
The hotel was well heated, and Jing Zuohuai was taken care of by Jiang Rui and He Zhijin, and his thoughts gradually became clear.
His eyes felt a little sore, probably because he had just cried too hard. He rubbed his red eyes with a slight discomfort, "Jiang Rui..."
"Are your eyes uncomfortable? Lie down, I'll give you some eye drops." He Zhijin came forward with the eye drops and asked him to lie on his legs.
Jiang Rui wanted to remove the marks on his body, so Jing Zuohuai had no choice but to do as he asked.
The fake marks on the painting were so realistic that He Zhijin didn't want to look at them. Fortunately, only the upper body was painted, so Jing Zuohuai wasn't too embarrassed. Besides, the camera had just captured a lot of close-ups, but they weren't very explicit.
After He Zhijin gave him the drip, he massaged his acupoints while unable to help but recall his performance in the play just now.
The sense of substitution is too strong, and his every move is undoubtedly pulling him in. From his expression, you can see that he has collapsed. He really eats the role of Zhou Yuan thoroughly.
If this happens every time, it would be too harmful to your body and mind.
After the massage, the makeup on his body was almost completely wiped off. The discomfort in his body was clamoring for a shower, and He Zhijin noticed it and took him to the bathroom. There was a bathtub in the bathroom, and Jing Zuohuai's eyes lit up.
"How do you know I want to take a bath?" Jing Zuohuai walked forward and tried the bath water he had prepared in advance. The temperature was just right.
He Zhijin smiled at him dotingly and helped him prepare the shampoo and shower gel he would use later. "I knew you wanted to take a bath a long time ago. The bathtub I bought just arrived today. Take a good bath and relax. Call me when the water gets cold."
Jing Zuohuai nodded in agreement, and soaked in the tub as soon as he came out. The warm air enveloped him, and it was impossible not to relax.
He waited until the water temperature gradually cooled down before coming out of the water. Now that he had a bathtub, he should be able to take a bath more often. Thinking of this, he felt much happier.
It is easy to feel hungry after relaxing physically and mentally. As soon as he came out of his bathrobe, he smelled the delicious food. He was already hungry, but now he was even hungrier.
"Is Xiao Jing done with his shower?" Director Kang was sitting at the table eating squab. Seeing Xiao Jing come out, he quickly put down his chopsticks and asked about his situation. "Is the situation resolved? You too, it wasn't like this before. Why did it take so long to get out of the role? Mr. Jing, you're not in good shape."
Jing Zuohuai knew he was teasing him, but he also knew he was genuinely concerned about him. "I'll try not to make you worry next time."
Ke Huo placed the bowl and chopsticks on the table for him and attentively opened the seat next to him. "Brother, come here! I specially asked Sister Tang to buy some Cantonese food. You will definitely like it."
He sat down next to him. The people around him warmed his heart more than the food on the table. He expressed his sincere gratitude, "Thank you, everyone. I may have scared you today. I will control myself from now on."
Ke Huo didn't expect him to say that. He looked at him bewilderedly, "No, no, everyone has experienced this. Besides, you helped me a lot when I was not in the role, brother. Don't blame yourself!"
He is really a little sun and is quite good at comforting people.
"Okay, okay, as long as you're okay." Director Kang was still eating the delicious meal. He was also tired of the boxed lunches from the crew, so when he felt hungry, he would come to find Ke Huo and Jing Zuohuai.
These two kids always have something delicious, and they always get a bargain.
He took a few more bites of beef. "Oh, yes, there's one thing. Regarding your fans visiting the set, do you have any other plans in the near future?"
Ke Huo thought about it and shook his head.
Jing Zuohuai also shook his head. He wasn't busy right now; he preferred to progress gradually. In all his time in the industry, the only time he'd tackled multiple tasks simultaneously was during the gambling period.
"That's fine." Director Kang was finally relieved. "You don't know, but fans of both of you have been flooding our official Weibo accounts with private messages lately. They're all complaining about not seeing you in ages. I'm just confused. One message a month isn't enough for the fans anymore, is it?"
"Maybe." Ke Huo's assistant Tangtang, who was sitting nearby, interjected, "Our little Ke is okay. He's mainly a fan of Brother Jing. The selfie he posted last time was simply amazing. It instantly captured the hearts of so many people, young and old."
He Zhijin nodded in agreement, "Passersby fans say she's an arsonist and a seductive little demon."
Jing Zuohuai had no idea about this. He thought it was something they would do, so he didn't care. He took a bite of rice noodle rolls and said, "Okay, stop teasing me."
Ke Huo smiled and printed out the picture to keep for later viewing.
That was the first sexy photo the idol posted! Of course I had to keep it safe!
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