Ah, this makes people...

Very fascinating. :)

The man pressed his brows and chuckled suddenly.

Okay.

Sleep when you want to sleep, lock when you want to lock.

Let nature take its course, everything is the best arrangement. After giving himself some chicken soup, Shi Sui turned back and stayed by the bed for a few seconds.

Some thoughts that didn't quite want to be human flashed through my mind.

Finally, Shi Sui turned off the lights, took the script from the bedside table, sat on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned on a night light, and flipped through the pages with his bony fingers.

Shi Sui is still hesitant about this movie.

The script is extremely well written. The most holy and flawless church is home to a flower of evil. The darkest and dampest mental hospital is the only bright spot in the whole play.

The plot follows the route of crime reasoning, with each link interconnected, and every supporting character has an IQ online.

The emotional line is the rivalry between the highly intelligent priest criminal and the female psychiatrist. It starts with a playful cat-and-mouse game and ends with a regrettable tragedy, which is full of drama.

To be fair, Shi Sui wanted to take on this script.

However, he can't act in emotional scenes.

It's not a question of acting.

It's a psychological problem.

He resists all close contact with women, which has become a psychological barrier.

Director Yan had tried several methods before, but Shi Sui would vomit as soon as he took the photo, so there was no effect at all, so he had to give up in the end.

Other scripts would be fine, but if the character of the female doctor or her scenes were deleted from this script, the whole film would lose a certain balance and would not conform to the artistic expression that the director wanted.

So, either he had to overcome the psychological barrier of playing the opposite role, or he had to give up this good script.

Shi Sui was having a headache, and the ** little girl probably felt too hot and kicked off the quilt.

“……”Quite dishonest.

Shi Sui shook his head, put down the script, and stood up to cover her with a blanket.

The little girl drunkenly called out: "Little brain axe... all..."

She looked for the cat in a daze, but she didn't find the little axe, but she did find...

Shi Sui's hand.

She rubbed it a few times tentatively with her soft and slender fingers, and as if she realized something was wrong, she opened her eyes.

The world was spinning in front of her eyes. She tried hard to focus and finally recognized the man in front of her:

"Why is it you?"

Shi Sui raised his eyebrows, indulging her behavior of taking advantage of him: "Who am I?"

"Cub."

"……What?"

"Hey, little one." Xiangyi looked at him innocently with confused eyes, "Why are you here? This is where Xiaonaofu sleeps."

For emphasis, she patted the pillow on the other side.

Shi Sui licked the corner of his lips and said, "Then tell me, where is the best place for me to sleep?"

It is really difficult to ask a drunk person to perform logical analysis.

Xiangyi felt her head hurt even more, and she babbled, "You...sleep in the cat bed."

Shi Sui was so angry that he laughed: "Is there such a big cat bed?"

The little girl said proudly: "I'll ask my third brother to make one for you!"

Shi Sui: "Okay, I'll wait, you go back to sleep."

He bent over to pick up the quilt, but the girl lay down on the edge of the bed, with her cheek half touching the black sheets, which made her skin look even whiter.

The drunk girl spoke slowly, much softer than usual, "You, you are pretty..."

"Hmm?" Shi Sui simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at her leisurely, "Then who is better looking, me or your brother?"

Xiangyi frowned, looking as if she was being forced to work again.