Noon.
Xie Weisi and Zhang Yang.
Ziyue and Yan Wei.
The four of them gathered at the table.
They looked at each other.
"Why don't one of you go knock on her door?"
Ziyue was the first to surrender.
"I won't go. Today, Jing Bao has no scenes. The director gave her the day off."
If Ziyue won't go, who else would dare?
"Then let's start eating!"
Everyone agreed unanimously.
At three in the afternoon, Ying Jing gradually woke up, roused by a gentle pain. She furrowed her brows and looked at the hand on her waist.
A soothing and relaxing ointment, paired with warm fingers.
The combination became one.
The gentle rubbing, under the man's control, somehow felt a bit more ambiguous.
Aside from the initial soreness, she felt much better now.
She sighed softly and lay motionless on the bed.
"What's wrong, did it leave a mark?"
The pressure on her skin suddenly increased a bit, and Ying Jing let out an "ow~", glaring back at him.
Did she say something wrong?
