Days dominated by wife-watching demons

The straight arrow borrowed force, and following the archer's calm expression, cut through the air and pierced the center of the target cleanly and impartially.

With such arrows, only this arrow is the closest to the center of the circle among all the ten rings. An Jing opened her mouth slightly, and silently clapped her hands twice from behind.

Mo Jian's eyes flicked across Ge Zijie's face, her eyes sank and she took a deep breath, but when she shot it, her hand shook because of nervousness, before the arrow hit the target, she smiled helplessly, as if she had already guessed the ending .

"Seven rings."

"I lost, Director Ge is really good."

After the tense game was over, An Yang sat and waited for a while, waiting for the little Lolita to sweat until she had enough fun, before An Jing stepped forward and called her home.

"Come on!" Seeing An Jing waving at him, An Yang turned his head to say hello to Mo Xianshan who was beside him, and immediately galloped over.

An Jing squatted down, caught An Yang who was rushing over, and wiped the sweat off her brow, "Get tired, go home."

"Yeah." Anyang took the water Ge Zijie handed over, thanked her, then raised the bottle and took a sip. She squinted her eyes, obviously much more excited than usual, "Sister, did you see, I I hit a ten ring just now, it's not that bad."

An Jing patted her clothes and evened out the wrinkles, "It's very powerful, we in Anyang can learn everything quickly."

"Sister, too." Anyang smiled and raised his face to look at Ge Zijie, "Sister Zijie, did you teach my sister just now, and did she shoot well too?"

Ge Zijie and An Jing looked at each other silently, and at the same time recalled those arrows that had never entered the second ring, An Jing was embarrassed and wanted to chat casually to bring this topic over, but Ge Zijie's response was not as quick as Ge Zijie's.

"Well, your sister shoots well too."

"Did you hit the tenth ring too!"

"Ah."

If An Jing hadn't seen Ge Zijie's ability to lie without blushing, even her client would have believed it.

Quickly took Anyang's schoolbag, "Hurry up and go home, I sweated a lot today, I'll wash it for you."

"Yeah." Anyang turned around, and followed An Jing's movements to put on the bag.

"Say goodbye to Mo Xingxing." An Jing patted her.

Only then did Anyang remember, he raised his hand and waved towards Mo Xianxing, "Goodbye Mo Xianxing, and...see you again, Aunt Mo."

Mo Yan put on a professional smirk, narrowed his eyes, and said goodbye to Anyang.

As soon as the child's excitement was over, he soon fell asleep from exhaustion. An Jing washed the half-awake An Yang, put on his pajamas, and carried him to the bed.

As soon as he got into bed, Anyang opened his eyes again in a daze, and stretched out his hand to An Jing, "Kiss."

An Jing smiled helplessly, parted her front hair, and touched her forehead lightly with her lips, "Go to sleep."

"Hee hee." Anyang narrowed his eyes and grinned as if wanting to steal honey, "You can leave after kissing."

After Anyang skipped a grade, he was obviously less clingy than before. He even offered to sleep alone. The reason was that all the students in the class slept alone. He even said that it was time for him to grow up and become a little adult. up.

For this, An Jing could only smile and obey. It would be good to make Anyang more independent. Because of her occupation, she would spend less and less time with Anyang. It would be better for her to learn to adapt to the days without her sister's constant company earlier. good.

Tucking Anyang's exposed limbs into the quilt well, An Jing was about to leave, but when she stood up, she saw that she was leaning on the door frame, looking at herself and Anyang Ge Zijie.

An Jing exited lightly, closed the door, and asked, "How long have you been peeking here?"

Ge Zijie looked at her intently, and looked very soft under the night light, "I haven't been here for long, are you going to sleep?"

"No, I'll read the script for a while." An Jing raised her hand and rubbed her neck, "Even if you don't have a lot of dialogue, you will still be overwhelmed when playing with so many seniors. I NG too many times today. Practice more. Try to waste less time next time."

"Yeah." Ge Zijie stared at An Jing's movements, and reached out to touch her neck. The skin touched by his fingertips felt a little hot, "Do you have a fever? You must have been caught in the rain today."

"It's not that easy to get a fever." An Jing smiled at her, "Don't look at me like this, my physique is actually surprisingly good."

It seems that all the health has been transferred to An Jing. In contrast, An Yang is like a sick child, so An Jing has been strict with her since she was a child, for fear that she will eat and drink too much and cause serious problems with her body.

"No matter how confident you are, you can't rely on your willfulness." Ge Zijie handed the medicine and water to An Jing, "Take the medicine first."

An Jing was obedient, and opened her mouth to let her see the empty mouth, to confirm that she had swallowed the medicine, "Then I will go back to the room."

"Wait." Ge Zijie clasped her wrist, his eyes fixed, "Sleep with me tonight."

An Jing paused, the familiar warm eyes of the other party eroded her vision, she was so busy these two days that she almost forgot...

"It's raining today too."

The most unconvincing excuse, but An Jing obediently followed Ge Zi into the house.

While Ge Zijie was taking a shower, An Jing leaned on the bedside and started to read the script.

Afterwards, this scene was added temporarily. She hadn’t seen it when she memorized it before. She had just got the new script a few days ago, and she hadn’t read it carefully. She only knew it was to replace the deleted kiss scene. The plot of the character's progress.

After being exchanged as the property of the captive at the banquet, the existence of the dancing girl became the emotional arousal point between the captive and the princess. The princess privately exchanged the captive jade Pixiu to the emperor, and claimed that in this case, the dancing girl should be hers. The dancer is about to be taken away from the captives.

The prisoner was angry with the princess and didn't agree. She knew that the emperor would soon go to war against her country. The princess deliberately kept her distance.

But the longing for the princess day and night is hard to get rid of, and the more you can't get the white moonlight in your heart, the more you want it.

She made the dancer wear the white dress that the princess usually wears, instead of the bright red, the dancer lost the charm that made her displeased, and became more and more like the white moonlight in her heart.

So the next scene begins.

An Jing looked at the script and couldn't help frowning.

'Call my name, Your Royal Highness. '

The dancer was frightened by the strange expression and tone of the woman in front of her, and her eyes were a little frightened.

The prisoner lifted the dancer's chin, pulled her towards him, and gently tugged at the belt around her waist, causing the coat to fall off.

She tore off the dancer's skirt, bit her shoulder hard, saw the blood deeply, and repeated in her mouth: "Why, why..."

An Jing opened her mouth, "This scene is not much better than the kiss scene..."

"What's not going to get any better?" Ge Zijie's calm voice rang in her ears as she felt the warm touch on her side, and a few drops of water from her slightly damp water hit An Jing's shoulders. The tip of her nose smelled fresh and pleasant after a woman's bath the taste of.

"No—" An Jing subconsciously closed the script, and she planned to chat with the director in private.

When I signed the contract, it was clearly agreed, except for the two dances, there was only a simple conversation, so why did I stick to it?

"Let me take a look." Ge Zijie seemed not to have heard what An Jing said, and stretched out his hand to grab the script. According to the folds, it was easy to overturn the page that An Jing was reading just now. Her eyes were fixed on those few lines, and her expression could not be seen. Good or bad, "This is what you're going to practice tonight?"

"Ah?" An Jing couldn't figure out what Ge Zijie's reaction meant, so she nodded first, "This is a new play, I want to get familiar with it quickly."

"Then let's practice." Ge Zijie held the script, leaned against the head of the bed, and put on a gesture of appreciating it calmly, "I'll practice with you."

An Jing hesitated. It was true that Ge Zijie had often supervised her during dance practice, but it was a completely different feeling to be watched practicing acting. There was always an inexplicable sense of shame.

"Aren't you going to start?" Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows, because her posture seemed lazy, but An Jing could still see the urging in it.

"..." An Jing lowered her shoulders, "Then just check your lines with me."

She memorized it a few times just now, and she should be able to follow it now.

"Well, I'll cooperate with you." Saying this, Ge Zijie put down the script, as if he had read it just now and had fully remembered the content.

As described in the script, Ge Zijie stretched out his hand towards An Jing, gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, and said the line accurately: "Call my name, Your Highness the Princess."

Her Royal Highness An Jing heard Mo Yan say this sentence countless times on the set, but it was embellished by Ge Zijie's voice, but it immediately seemed strange.

This same strange feeling made her heart beat faster, as if she didn't even know how to choose where to place her fingers.

Speaking the next line with trembling lips, An Jing only hoped to get over this scene quickly.

Ge Zijie's memory is really good, and he memorized the lines firmly after just one glance. At this moment, she stared into An Jing's eyes, and calmly continued: "Do you know why I kept you?"

According to the description in the script, the dancer had to show a slight fear and tremble at this time.

But the way Ge Zijie recited this line was not at all like the prisoner's persecution of the dancer as described in the script, but more like the whisper of a lover's confession, which could not make An Jing feel any fear at all.

This person didn't want to practice with him at all, but he probably messed up this matter.

An Jing stared at Ge Zijie's pale lips, her throat tightened a little, she barely followed the script and shook her head.

Ge Zijie didn't rush to read the next line, but raised his hand to smooth Shun Anjing's hair, his eyes lingered on her face ambiguously, rubbing her already hot earlobe red.

"Hot?" She asked softly, her ethereal voice grabbing An Jing's attention.

An Jing shook her head blankly.

"Then I will continue." Ge Zijie said, standing up, stroking An Jing's neck with his fingers, and walking on the slightly hot smooth skin, causing a shiver.

An Jing frowned, her eyes were a little confused.

The neckline of her pajamas T-shirt was very wide, and Ge Zijie lightly picked it up, revealing half of her snow-white and thin shoulders.

"Wait--"

After Ge Zijie got closer and closer, An Jing suddenly noticed something. If Ge Zijie continued to play the script, wouldn't it be...

But by the time she spoke to stop it, it was too late.