Song Qiao's body was completely stiff, her brain even blank for a moment, and her facial expression looked foolish.
For an instant, it felt like she was caught doing something wrong by the man all of a sudden.
But when the memories of previous incidents at the filming site and on the car surged in her mind, her consciousness snapped back to clarity, and her face turned pale as she instinctively started to struggle.
Seeing this, the man merely furrowed his brows imperceptibly, then turned over to press her beneath him, rubbing his head against her neck persistently, his voice deep and husky, betraying a sense of weariness, "Qiaoqiao, don't move."
He hadn't rested properly during this period, focusing all his energy on work to the point that the total hours of sleep over the past few days hadn't surpassed twenty hours, barely sleeping three hours each day.
