The two returned to the hotel. Ling Jiao took a hot shower first, and when she came out, Fu Shiqin was working on his computer.
As soon as I saw her come out, I casually asked her a question.
"Would you care for something to eat?"
Ling Jiao thought for a moment, "I'll order a salad, what about you?"
As he spoke, he took out his phone to order takeout.
“Crayfish,” Fu Shiqin said.
Ling Jiao ordered takeout on her phone, and after waiting for more than half an hour, her salad and Fu Shiqin's crayfish arrived one after the other.
However, it was somewhat unfair that I was eating a plate of grass while the person sitting opposite me was enjoying a whole bowl of crayfish all to myself.
Fu Shiqin peeled one and handed it over.
"Try one, it's delicious."
Ling Jiao hesitated for a moment, then took a bite from her hand.
He was hooked from the first bite, leaving the half-eaten salad aside and immediately taking over Fu Shiqin's crayfish.
Fu Shiqin, a foodie who usually prefers to eat alone, was unusually generous this time.
Not only did they give her all the remaining crayfish, but they also thoughtfully peeled the shells for her.
Ling Jiao only realized her mistake after she finished eating, wiping her hands in deep regret.
"It's all your fault, all the grass I ate these past few days was for nothing."
Fu Shiqin chuckled and got up to clean up the trash on the table.
Feeling guilty about eating a late-night snack, Ling Jiao memorized the script for an hour before finally going to bed.
After finishing his work, Fu Shiqin crawled into his sleeping bag to rest.
As a result, I had only slept for two hours when I was woken up by the coughing of the person in bed.
He got up, turned on the light, and walked closer to the bedside. The sleeping person had an abnormal flush on their face.
He reached up and touched his forehead, sighing deeply. He had made so many preparations, and yet he still caught a cold.
He got dressed, grabbed his car keys, and went out to find a pharmacy, but it was already late at night, and finding a 24-hour pharmacy was really not easy.
He drove around for an hour before finally finding a pharmacy that was still open at night, where he bought fever reducers and cough medicine.
Back in the room, I boiled water, warmed it up, and then woke up Ling Jiao, who was still half asleep.
Ling Jiao was woken up by him. "What's wrong?"
“You have a fever, take your medicine,” Fu Shiqin said.
Ling Jiao coughed a few times, took the water and medicine, swallowed them, and muttered to herself.
"Why did we have to come at this time? What if it delays tomorrow's filming..."
“You should be worried about yourself now!” Fu Shiqin said, wringing out a towel and placing it on her forehead. “Go to sleep.”
They had already been filming until midnight, and with Ling Jiao also having caught a cold, she didn't argue and he fell asleep again.
I vaguely felt that the towel on my forehead was changed many times throughout the night, but my body gradually felt more relaxed.
When she woke up around noon, her fever had completely subsided, but her throat was still a little sore and her stomach was starting to feel uncomfortable.
She sat up and saw Fu Shiqin sitting on the edge of the bed with a chair, his head tilted to the side as he fell asleep. She felt quite guilty.
She thought for a moment, then reached out and poked the person awake.
"Hey, I'm up. You go back to bed."
Fu Shiqin almost doubted his ears when he heard this.
"Should I go to bed?"
Ling Jiao could tell from his expression that he had misunderstood her meaning, so she got up from the bed and said.
"I'm up, you can go to bed and sleep for a while."
Fu Shiqin stretched and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Thanks to you, I'm much better now." Ling Jiao said, then urged, "Go to sleep, your dark circles are as heavy as a panda's."
After saying that, he went into the bathroom to wash up.
After going in, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, and finally said to himself.
"It's just practice, don't overthink it."
She wasn't heartless; she couldn't remain indifferent to Fu Shiqin's repeated and meticulous care.
But she knew herself that they were not from the same world, and... he loved someone else.
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