Drifting Towards You

Han Che stood there and didn't move, just looking at the backs of the two leaving, standing there for a long time lost in consciousness.

After entering the elevator, Su Xiangwan secretly turned his head to look at the face of the man beside him.

As if he had noticed something, he looked down at her, his black eyes were as black as ink, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Su Xiangwan thought secretly, he shouldn't be angry.

But after all, unable to resist his gaze, Su Xiangwan stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his handsome face, and slowly said: "We are on the way. This place is not the only place, there are only these two hotels."

"I know." He just responded and led her all the way back to the room.

Because the location is very biased, the hotel has very few people, almost all of them live in the crew, but just finished work, Su Xiangwan came back early, so I am not afraid of being bumped into.

After returning, both of them took a bath.

In the bathroom, after taking a shower, Su Xiangwan looked in the mirror, and a red mark on his waist was particularly obvious.

She reached out and touched it lightly, frowning in pain.

Wia hangs for a day, even if there are some protective measures, it is still unavoidable to be strangled.

I want to take some medicine, but if I want to let him know, I have to worry about it.

Su Xiangwan breathed out lightly, changed clothes and went out.

He was sitting on the sofa in a navy blue pajamas with a few documents on his lap.

Su Xiangwan gently climbed onto the sofa and leaned against him without disturbing him. He also read the script.

Movie scripts and TV scripts are actually quite different.

Movies should not only pay attention to plot and logic, but also pay attention to the beauty of each frame, the golden ratio, and the artistic conception.

Therefore, compressing a story with clear logic and complete narrative in just one hundred minutes, and bringing people some thoughts and morals, is actually a test of people.

In fact, she has already memorized the script's lines very well, but now as the film is being filmed day by day, she still needs to constantly study the character and temperament of the characters, and needs constant insights to improve her acting skills.

The room was quiet, and occasionally there was only the sound of two people flipping the paper gently.

At eleven o'clock, Su Xiangwan's eyelids began to sink.

After all, shooting a martial arts movie is really a very physically demanding task.

The script in her hand slipped gently from her fingertips and fell on the carpet, her breathing gradually became even.

Mu Beiting tilted his head slightly and looked at the little things beside him.

The slender eyelashes hang slightly, exquisitely like a doll.

She slept very deeply, obviously very tired.

He put down the file in his hand, kissed her on the forehead lightly, and then gently hugged her up.

"Well……"

With the big hand passing through her slender waist, she involuntarily unscrewed her brows, drew a little sideways, got out of her embrace, turned her head on the other side of the sofa with a cushion, and her small face was pressed out by the pillow A little bit of soft flesh, his mouth puttered slightly, and he slept deeply.

Mu Beiting squatted down beside the sofa and gently opened her nightdress.

When I entered the eyes, I saw a circle of red marks on the snow-white slender waist, faintly bruised, shocking.

He twisted his eyebrows together, and touched lightly with his cool fingertips.

She let out a dissatisfied hum, her eyelashes trembled lightly, and she was unsteady.

Turned around and looked around in the room, found a medicine chest in the cabinet, gently placed it on the coffee table, read the instructions, took out one of the bottles and gently poured it on her waist.