Jian Ran opened his eyes and saw Lu Yanting's haggard face.
"You-"
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why haven't you shaved?"
"I was afraid I wouldn't be here when you woke up." Lu Yanting's voice was even hoarser, with dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept for days.
Something stirred in Jian Ran's heart. "How long was I asleep?"
"Three days and two nights. How do you feel?" Lu Yanting asked with concern.
Jian Ran smiled. "Fine. I was just so tired I needed some sleep. You don't have to..."
Before he could finish, Lu Yanting suddenly leaned down and hugged him, his arms wanting to tighten around him but remaining cautious.
Jian Ran's neck tickled, and his heart felt even more ticklish. A little uncomfortable, he tried to push him away. "What are you doing? It's not like I was so badly hurt I wasn't coming back!"
"Could you stop doing such dangerous things?" Lu Yanting asked in a muffled voice.
Jian Ran said, "Can't. I have to make money."
"I'll support you." Lu Yanting paused. "I have money."
"No," Jian Ran refused. "These days, you still have to be independent."
Househusbands have no standing.
Wait.
What do househusbands have to do with me?!
At Jian Ran's urging, Lu Yanting finally lay down under the covers and slept. Once he was sound asleep, Jian Ran slipped quietly out of the dorm room, crossed the hallway, and stood at the entrance. He found the crew already packing up their equipment, seemingly preparing to leave.
"Jian Ran, you're awake?" the assistant called out in delighted surprise.
Jian Ran nodded, then lifted his chin. "What are you doing? Aren't we shooting the film anymore?"
"Director Yu was taken to the hospital. He won't recover anytime soon."