Lu Xingzhi hummed comfortably.
Her hair wasn't completely dry yet. Huo Jincheng sat down beside her, and Lu Xingzhi snuggled into his arms like a cat, finding a comfortable position.
Huo Jincheng gently ruffled her hair, "You're comfortable, but I'm still feeling miserable!"
"From now on, I won't let you shoot National Style anymore." The first time Lu Xingzhi endorsed DIJ, he accompanied her throughout and wasn't this tired.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have let her do it.
He continued to massage her shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Lu Xingzhi comfortable, without waking her up.
After about another twenty minutes, Huo Jincheng finally carried Lu Xingzhi to bed.
As usual, after tucking her in, he lay down himself.
Lu Xingzhi was entirely accustomed to Huo Jincheng. Even when asleep, she could sense it was him.
She snuggled closer into his arms, satisfied.
She was satisfied, but Huo Jincheng was not.
Oh well.
