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Outside the revolving doors of the Xingwen Entertainment Building, the evening breeze carried the chill of early autumn.

Fu Ciyan leaned against the car door, still covered in the dust of his long journey.

He changed into a simple dark gray overcoat. Tall and upright, his gaze swept over the crowd coming and going, accurately catching sight of that familiar figure.

Lu Yao saw him as soon as she stepped out the door. Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she waved to him and jogged over.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs by her cheeks, and her face flushed slightly from walking quickly.

"Have you been waiting long?" She ran up to him, slightly out of breath.

Fu Ciyan straightened up, his gaze sweeping over her face, and shook his head: "Just arrived."

He casually took the canvas bag containing the script and documents from her hand, and naturally weighed it in his hand. "So heavy?"

"Fortunately, it's all just printed materials." Lu Yao followed him around to the passenger seat.

Fu Ciyan opened the car door, his hand instinctively resting on the car frame.

As Lu Yao lowered her head and sat down, the man's refreshing scent enveloped her.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

The car was brightly lit. Fu Ciyan turned to the side, about to fasten her seatbelt, but suddenly stopped.

His nostrils twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed.

"What do you smell like?" Fu Ciyan's voice was a few decibels deeper than before, his sharp eyes sweeping over her shoulders and arms.

Lu Yao subconsciously lowered her head and sniffed her sleeve, then immediately realized, "Ah, it smells like ointment. This afternoon, when I was rehearsing with Actor Xie, I didn't control a movement well and strained my shoulder slightly. Teacher Chen Yu sprayed some pain relief spray on me and rubbed on some ointment. It's nothing, just a minor strain."

She spoke casually, even with a slight smile on her face, clearly not taking this minor injury to heart.

Fu Ciyan did not laugh.

He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently brushing aside the strands of hair on her neck, his fingertips lightly brushing against the skin on the side of her neck.

His skin was fair and there was nothing unusual about it, but the faint smell of medicine seeped into his nostrils.

"Rehearsing a play?" He repeated the two words, his voice devoid of emotion, "With Xie Linyu?"

"Well, the female lead, Su Qian, has always had a misunderstanding of the character and can't quite portray the feeling I want. So, Actor Xie suggested that the two of us demonstrate for Su Qian. He played Ling Mo, and I put myself in Lu Qing's shoes. He was so into the role that he didn't fully control the force of his lunge during that explosive scene, and my back hit the ground. I didn't feel it at the time, but later I realized that my shoulder was a little uncomfortable."

Lu Yao was very calm and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She treated it as normal work communication and comforted Fu Ciyan, "It's really okay. Teacher Chen Yu handled it very professionally. I basically don't feel anything now."

As she spoke, she moved her right shoulder to show him, indicating that she was alright.

Fu Ciyan looked at her in silence.

The light from the overhead lamp in the carriage shone down on him, casting shadows in his deep-set eyes, making his usually calm and composed black eyes appear somewhat unfathomable at this moment.

His gaze slowly moved from her feignedly relaxed face to the slightly tense neckline as she moved her shoulders, and finally settled back into her clear eyes.

"Does the demonstration require him to fall down?" he asked again, his voice a little low.

Lu Yao paused for a moment, then chuckled: "That's what the plot requires! Ling Mo was emotionally distraught at that time, and he was suspicious of the female lead's motives. It's normal for there to be physical conflict. We're just acting, not really fighting."

She thought Fu Ciyan was worried about safety during filming, or that Xie Linyu was being rude.

Fu Ciyan did not continue the topic.

He suppressed his emotions, leaned over, pulled the seatbelt over, and fastened it for her with a "click".

The distance closed in an instant, and Lu Yao watched his profile magnify before her eyes, only to separate again as he stepped back.

"Is your relationship better than before?" He sat back in the driver's seat, started the hovercar, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Neon lights streamed through the car window, flickering across his profile.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed a little different from before. Lu Yao couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. Fu Ciyan looked calm, but the question he asked gave her a strange feeling.

She glanced over instinctively, then asked with a smile, "You're not jealous, are you?"

Lu Yao's half-joking, half-testing remark was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in the cramped carriage.

Fu Ciyan's fingers, which were resting on the steering wheel, tightened subconsciously.

The hovercar smoothly merged into the traffic flow in the air. The dazzling night view outside the window rushed past, reflected in his unfathomable eyes, yet it did not stir up the slightest ripple.

He did not answer immediately.

For a moment, only the low hum of the engine could be heard inside the carriage.

Fu Ciyan's silence gradually made Lu Yao's playful heart uneasy.

Just as she was about to change the subject and ask him how his business trip went, Fu Ciyan said, "If I had to answer yes, would you be trying to coax me?"

"Huh?" Lu Yao could hardly believe her ears. She looked sharply at Fu Ciyan, who was driving, wondering if she had misheard.

She even wanted to reach out and touch Fu Ciyan's forehead to see if he had a fever.

Also, it really was Fu Ciyan who came back, not some fake or inferior product, right?

Sensing the unusual look in her gaze, Fu Ciyan curled his lips into a smile: "Are you that surprised?"

"It's not just surprise, you feel like a stranger to me." Lu Yao shrank back in her seat, as if that would make her feel safe. "You're Fu Ciyan, right? And you're not some random nobody's stuff that's come back, are you?"

A low chuckle escaped Fu Ciyan's throat, breaking the brief oppressive silence in the carriage.

He glanced at Lu Yao sideways, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"It's not anyone else, and I'm not possessed by anything." He withdrew his gaze, looking back at the road ahead, his voice regaining its usual calm. "If you have any doubts, I'll let you check it out when we get home."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Lu Yao's pupils dilated slightly, and her voice almost split.

Fu Ciyan seemed quite pleased with her startled, animal-like reaction. The faint smile on his lips deepened slightly, but he quickly regained his serious expression: "How is this nonsense? We need to make up for the tasks we owe each other. We need to complete at least two tasks tonight. I have already submitted my leave application to the Bureau of Reproduction and it has been approved."

Lu Yao belatedly realized: "Is this how you complete a mission?"

She had always thought it was the kind of extension that would happen if she took leave for those seven days, meaning that if she took leave for those seven days, it would be postponed for another seven days.

How could it be the kind of tonification method Fu Ciyan described? This is simply unscientific!

She suspected that Fu Ciyan was lying to her!