I have more than acting skills

When Chen Zui woke up, he found himself on the bed.

The room was completely dark, and when I turned my head to look at the window, I saw that the curtains were drawn tightly.

He covered his mouth and coughed twice, and it took a long time before he remembered that he seemed to be filming, but why did he go back to the hotel again?

I supported the bed under my body with both hands. When I first got up, I felt my head hurt again. I stretched out my hand to rub it, but the raised hand was stiff.

There was a person sitting on the sofa directly in front of him, with his long legs raised and looking forward, and he didn't know how long he had been looking.

The familiar figure made Chen Zui ask tentatively: "Shen Shi'an?"

The person on the sofa didn't speak, but just moved around in the posture of sinking into the sofa.

The hands on the knees were moved back, and Erlang's raised legs were also lowered.

The pair of eyes that had been drooping also slowly lifted up, and the sharp eyes like eagles looked towards the bed. At that moment, there was nowhere to hide, and they hit people's heart from the eye sockets in an instant.

"Chen drunk—"

Shen Shi'an spoke in a low and hoarse voice. He was sitting on the sofa, and the expression on his face could not be seen in the dark.

But Chen Zui is so familiar with Shen Shi'an.

Familiar with him as long as a movement, or even a look.Chen Zui knew how he was feeling.

Shen Shi'an's worn-out appearance reminded him of the past, when he had repeated addiction attacks, physical pain and psychological torture, which made him not at all nostalgic for this cruel world.

He couldn't help wanting to hurt himself.

But when Shen Shi'an saw the scar on his wrist, he had this expression now.

There was air-conditioning all over his body, his eyes were like mixed with ice, his eyes were red, he grabbed himself fiercely and shouted: "Chen Zui——you don't take your own life seriously?"

Chen Zui still remembers that look crazier than himself.

Although he didn't want to admit it, because it was timid, but he was really afraid of Shen Shi'an like this.

"what happened to you?"

He deliberately smiled lightly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere: "It's so late, I don't want to turn on the lights."

Chen Zui wanted to ease the atmosphere, but after he finished speaking, there was another itchy feeling in his throat.Unable to control for a moment, he bent down and continued to cough twice.

The person in front of him seemed to move forward while sitting on the sofa, but he was still sitting and did not move forward.

After coughing a few times, Chen Zui pulled off the quilt covering his body, looked down for a long time but couldn't find the slippers.

He went down with bare feet, the wooden floor was fortunately not too cold.

He walked to the wall and slapped on the light in the room, and suddenly felt the light, and it took him a while to get used to it.

The moment he turned his head, Chen Zui finally saw clearly the expression of the person on the sofa.

It was still those red eyes, and Chen Zui's heart skipped a beat following those red, swollen and bloodshot eyes.

"What...what's the matter..."

He even heard the ending of this sentence fluttering.

And just after he finished speaking, the memories of filming also came in his mind one after another. He seemed to say a word to Shen Shi'an: "Shen Shi'an, don't like me anymore."

He turned pale, lowered his head and cursed himself, Chen Zui, are you fucking out of your mind?

What was going on in your head when you were filming?

Or was it because he was still thinking about Shen Shi'an when he was in the most pain?

"I……"

He opened his mouth and forced an explanation but felt powerless.

When he was out of his mind, he had already said everything so straightforwardly, but now he couldn't say a word when he explained.

What's more, Shen Shi'an is such a proud person, he can't take back what he has said.

The awkward atmosphere made Chen Zui dare not face Shen Shi'an, and walked around the room twice by himself before sitting back on the bed.

Chen Zui lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and sighed deeply.

After a while, Shen Shi'an walked to the bedside, his tall figure shrouded the person on the bed in his own shadow, but he saw Chen Zui shrank back subconsciously in fear.

He is afraid of himself.

After realizing this, Shen Shi'an tightly closed his eyes.

Stretching forward and forcing himself to go backward, Shen Shi'an lowered his eyes, looked at the furry top of his head, and stretched out his hand to rub it.

The moment the palm fell, Shen Shi'an's cool voice also sounded in the room: "Chen Zui, you called 36 times in your dream—Shen Shi'an."

"So, you still say you don't like me?"

His voice was like copper and iron colliding together, and there was a bit of vicissitudes in the dullness.

While talking, Shen Shi'an gently stroked Chen Zui's hair with his hand.

When the man with his head buried violently lifted up, he hit Shen Shi'an's eyes all at once.

"I like--"

"Like women?"

Before Chen Zui could finish speaking, Shen Shi'an immediately interrupted him, and then Shen Shi'an looked at him with ambiguous eyes, and his deliberately gentle voice was somewhat seductive.

"Chen Zui, are you sure you really like women?"

He snorted from the inside of his chest, his tone was mocking, and there was complete disbelief between his eyes.

Shen Shi'an's faint voice followed, "You know what I like to eat."

"Know my temper, know my habits."

He raised Chen Zui's chin with his hand, looked into those eyes and said, "Do you still know that I like you?"

He smiled, "Then you are amazing, Chen Zui."

This sentence with a bit of a smile instantly eased the stiff atmosphere in the room, and Chen Zui also let out the breath that was so tense that he was holding back.

Shen Shi'an smiled and sat down on the sofa again.

Just as Chen Zui stood up, a ball of hair ran out from somewhere beside him, rampaging, and rushed towards his arms without hesitation.

"Fuck,"

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Zui was taken aback by the shock, the thing actually continued to burrow into him.

Shen Shi'an on the sofa actually laughed out loud at this moment, just as Chen Zui glanced at him, the furry thing had already crawled up to his shoulder.

Probably because he really couldn't see it, Shen Shi'an took the things off his shoulders before going up.

He grabbed the fur of the neck and brought it to Chen Zui. It was a white and orange kitten, and it was staring at him with wide-open eyes like glass.

Seeing myself looking over, it still tilted its head, grandma said: "Meow—"

So small and so soft, Chen Zui was stunned.

Shen Shi'an stuffed the kitten that wanted to move forward into Chen Zui's arms: "It looks like it likes you very much."

He gently lifted the kitten out of his arms, looked at it seriously, and said after hesitating, "Is this the one that came out of the filming?"

When it came to filming, Chen Zui stiffened slightly.

The feeling of sore bones made him afraid, and he couldn't even imagine it, even the fingers on the bed were trembling.

But fortunately, Shen Shi'an didn't know anything in this life.

I have never seen myself so embarrassed.

He was just acting.

The kitten looked at him in a daze, probably dissatisfied with being left out, and meowed softly at him twice.

Chen Zui lowered his head, let out a gentle laugh from his throat, and touched under its head indiscriminately with his palm.

He muttered in his mouth: "Meow meow, you bark like that, I don't know what you want to say—"

Shen Shi'an on the side looked at a person and a cat in front of him, when he was about to speak, his phone rang.

After glancing at the text message on the phone, Shen Shi'an walked to the door silently, and when he closed the door, he frowned and asked the people in the room: "Chen Zui——"

"When I was filming just now—" He remembered the scene played by Chen Zui, the appearance after he became addicted to drugs.

It still feels a bit wrong to this day.

The person on the bed patted the cat's hand for a while, then raised his head and smiled: "It's amazing, isn't it—"

Chen Zui raised his eyebrows on purpose, with a look of complete pride: "Mr. Shen, if you don't work hard, you're really going to become a frontman—"

The rebelliousness emanating from his bones made Shen Shi'an a little panicked.

Chen Zui really resembles Xiao Yao in "Imperial Power", even the pride in his bones is the same.

But he is Shen Shian.

Not the third prince who only wants imperial power.

Between them, there is no ending, everything has just begun.