After a night’s sleep, everyone busied themselves with breakfast, while others went out to ask the staff for the standardized outfits to be used for today’s filming activities.
Shi Su woke up earlier than everyone else, trying to head upstairs to the bedroom bathroom to throw up before anyone else woke up. Although she didn’t throw up much, she really didn’t want everyone to notice the morning sickness she had been having every day recently.
After vomiting, she took a shower and brushed her teeth. When she ca out, she saw Jing Jihan awake, waiting for her by the window in the bedroom.
The man’s slender and upright silhouette cast a shadow under the sunlight coming through the window. Hearing the bathroom door open, Jing Jihan turned his head to look at her and walked over directly: "Threw up again?"
"Mm, it’s okay. I don’t feel uncomfortable; it’s just that I want to throw up in the morning, maybe that’s how pregnancy is."
Jing Jihan raised his hand to gently brush her forehead, which was still slightly damp from the shower, and then noticed her hair hadn’t been dried. He placed his hand on her head: "Coming out without drying your hair?"
Shi Su smiled and, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, leaned coquettishly against her husband’s chest, saying, "I was afraid soone else wanted to co upstairs to wash up. I might hold everyone up with both showering and drying my hair. But seeing no one else is up here yet, why don’t you... help blow-dry my hair?"
As she spoke, she blinked, clearly accustod to Jing Jihan’s indulgence.
At ho, he would often help dry her hair, as well as Mianmian’s. Jing Jihan, a qualified father, frequently helped blow it dry.
Seeing her unabashed coquettishness, Jing Jihan smiled, raised his hand to tousle her damp hair, and said gently, "Go get the hairdryer."
"Alright!" Shi Su chuckled and dashed back to the bathroom.
"Run slowly, don’t trip." Watching her dashing back, Jing Jihan was left amused and helpless, constantly worried about this woman.
Just as Shi Su brought out the hairdryer, ng Li entered the bedroom yawning. Upon seeing the item in Shi Su’s hand and Jing Jihan also in the bedroom, she stopped at the door, looking groggy and said, "Ah, I... I thought I’d co up to wash up. Didn’t disturb you, did I?"
"No, I’ve just washed too. Go ahead quickly, before everyone wakes up and queues to wash." Shi Su turned back with a smile.
Seeing Shi Su and Jing Jihan were really just freshening up and not having any intimate interactions hidden in the room, ng Li mustered the courage to enter but still didn’t dare to stay alone in the room with them. She quickly dashed into the bathroom and shut the door.
Jing Jihan took the hairdryer from Shi Su and glanced toward the bathroom door, evidently slightly puzzled by ng Li’s tentative deanor.
Yet, he didn’t voice his curiosity.
Shi Su also glanced back and then quietly said, "When everyone films together, there are lots of people around, and they jest and are polite, but facing you alone, they inevitably feel pressured; it’s just how it is."
Jing Jihan plugged in the hairdryer, glanced at her: "What pressure?"
"In the circle, people might not be short of money and have lots of fans. Everyone seems lofty and proud, but when facing the capital and big shots, they habitually show respect. After all, you are the ones everyone in the circle wants to align with," Shi Su said quietly.
What she said was the truth, and Jing Jihan surely recognized this.
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