This Insolent Little Pup

After Lu Zhi's wounds had been bandaged, several medical staff checked him over and left. Before leaving, they thoughtfully reminded them that the holding room's surveillance equipment would remain shut down whenever Shen Ranxin was present.

Shen Ranxin raised his brows in understanding.

As if afraid Shen Ranxin would get dressed and run off while he slept again, like he had a month ago, Lu Zhi neither dared cling to Shen Ranxin too boldly nor close his eyes to sleep. He simply lay there with his eyes open, watching Shen Ranxin.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Shen Ranxin had a laptop resting on his lap and seemed to be watching something.

Lu Zhi leaned closer, resting his chin on Shen Ranxin's shoulder. "If you're leaving this time, tell me first, okay?"

Shen Ranxin paused, remembering last time.

He had messed around with Lu Zhi a little too hard, so while Lu Zhi was asleep, he had grabbed his clothes and run. Then he had joined the production crew and failed to return for over a month.

It looked like he had left his little Zhi Zhi traumatized.

"Mm." Shen Ranxin agreed, then defended himself. "There was something urgent before, so I left first. You can't blame me for that, right?"

Lu Zhi shook his head and lay on top of him without saying anything.

Although Sister Zhao had given Shen Ranxin half a month off this time, she had also assigned him quite a few tasks.

The acting lesson videos alone took up more than twenty gigabytes, not to mention the books and scripts he needed to select.

Shen Ranxin sat on the couch watching instructional videos for the entire afternoon. Lu Zhi stayed glued to his side the whole time, saying nothing and quietly keeping him company.