[Host should take this opportunity to grow closer to the Demon King.]
Yao Shen would rather grow closer to a good night's sleep and a bowl of instant noodles.
"You're not leaving, are you?" he asks Xin Hulei, with a long-suffering sigh.
Xin Hulei unfolds a rolled up script from the inside of his jacket and spreads it out across his lap, smoothing out the well-thumbed pages.
"No," he says, without taking his eyes from the script. "This drama will shoot all the big scenes chronologically, but some smaller set pieces will be filmed out of order as sets become available."
He flips through the script until he finds the scene the two of them are shooting together. "Our scene tomorrow happens when Yan Shuyi and Xie Huan already have a rapport together, we can't be too stilted or it will jarring for the audience when they watch the drama."
His dark eyes meet Yao Shen's briefly before he pats the empty cushion next to him. "Come here."
