Sleep with Me for a Night and We Can Talk About Anything

It could be said that Shi Chen was performing in his own skin. Be it in or out of the film, he was always cold and distant. Some of the women in the production team called him "the god of abstinence."

Furthermore, he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He would arrive punctually at 9 am and leave at 6 pm every day. Not a minute more, not a minute less. Even the director didn't know what to do with him.

"Fu Ya, where are you going?"

Fu Ya, who was walking outside, turned back and smiled. "To collect a debt."

She passed by a corridor and stopped in front of a lounge. She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Fu Ya pushed open the door and saw Shi Chen, who was leaning against the sofa, reading a book.

"What are you doing here?"

Fu Ya looked at his cold and stern expression from atop and smiled. "Are they nice to touch?"

Shi Chen finally looked up and at her. "I don't understand what you mean."

Hah. He was still pretending.