Even after the shoot had ended early this morning, he dragged his exhausted body back, took a hasty shower, and fell into bed.
It was now noon. Jian Anning had returned with him, but during the breaks on set, she managed to rest a bit. Compared to Yu Zexiao, she was slightly less fatigued. Therefore, as soon as it reached midday, she got up and started cooking a delightful lunch.
When everything was ready, she took off her apron and ran over to knock on the door.
"Zexiao, time to get up. Zexiao," she called.
There was no response from inside.
"Zexiao, it's lunchtime, and you've got to get styled later, we can't delay any longer." She raised her hand and knocked on the door again.
Stillness reigned within the room.
