Mu Qiu sniffled and said okay.
Cheng Zhirang breathed a sigh of relief, opened the script that was set aside from the beginning, and placed it between the two of them.
"This is a histor—"
"No spoilers," Mu Qiu said muffledly, with a very serious attitude, "Spoiling the plot is a deadly sin."
"...Alright."
She leaned her head on his shoulder and after finishing a page, she would tap the back of his hand to signal for the next page.
Quietly, when she poked him, she'd even switch fingers, touching his hand with her soft fingertips, just lightly brushing away, only occasionally scratching him lightly with her nails.
Cheng Zhirang found it amusing.
Mu Qiu didn't care about him and focused entirely on the story in the script, leaning bonelessly against him, speed-reading quickly through the entire script.
"Is this an original script?" she asked, looking up.
