Nan Zhou could neither sit nor stand comfortably.
It wasn't nerves. He was sore.
Last night, although Huo Xingye had been much gentler with him than the time before...
He had to admit that pheromones were pretty useful at certain times.
At least during his last heat, he hadn't suffered much aside from a sore neck.
But last night...
Tsk, we're both men, so why is there such a huge difference between us? And wasn't he a little too much?
His stamina, too.
Nan Zhou let out a heavy sigh.
Hearing his inexplicable sigh, Tang Tang immediately asked, "What's wrong? Are you sad that Mr. Huo left so soon after arriving?"
Nan Zhou said, "I feel so tired. It's like Five Finger Mountain is weighing down on my lower back. I can move my limbs, but I feel powerless to get up."
Tang Tang said, "..." Was he taking a dig at us, saying we were exploiting him?!
[Question: under what circumstances would your lower back be pinned down so you can't get up?]
[I have reason to suspect they did it.]
[What exactly did you do, Zhou Bao? How did you get this exhausted? Give us the details. We want to hear it. We'd love to hear it.]
Since the guest had said as much, and they had already filmed everything they needed for what was only a behind-the-scenes feature anyway, Tang Tang signaled to the on-site director, asked Nan Zhou a few more inconsequential questions, and left.
The moment they left, Nan Zhou headed straight for his room.
Hao Jia stopped him. "Why was Huo Xingye here so early in the morning? Don't tell me he slept here last night!"
"What else? Were we reading a script together?" Nan Zhou yawned. "I'm sleepy and exhausted. Whatever it is,