"Zhiqing... I can't recite my lines well with you like this."
Xu Zhiqing took his arm and put it around herself.
"Then don't carry it." She slapped the script away, turned around, hugged his waist, and buried her head in his neck.
He laughed and said, "You definitely had a premeditated plan." He put down the script in his hand. Stroking her soft hair.
"Yes... Premeditated..." Xu Zhiqing tightened his arms. Then he felt something wet and hot on his neck.
"It's been planned for more than ten years..."