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It was almost midnight when they got back to the hotel.

The door clicked shut, shutting out the noise in the corridor, leaving only the soft sound of their footsteps.

Ning Yi had just changed her shoes and straightened up when she saw Ji Yan casually drape their coats over the coat rack in the entryway, while the small black suitcase he had brought was leaning against the corner of the wall.

Ning Yi kicked off her slippers, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and bent down to rub her ankles, which were a little sore from the high heels she had worn for tonight's performance.

Just as she straightened up, she saw Ji Yan take a small medicine box out of his suitcase, walk over, squat down, and look up at her: "Are your feet blistered?"

She paused for a moment before noticing a red patch on her ankle, probably from rubbing it when changing her shoes: "Just a little bit, it's nothing."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yan had already pulled over the single sofa next to him and patted the cushion: "Sit here."

He removed the medicated plaster, unscrewed a small tube of ointment, dabbed some of the cool ointment on his fingertip, and gently applied it to the reddened area.

The movements were very light, with a touch of careful deliberation. Ning Yi looked down at him, the light falling on the top of his head, revealing a few strands of soft black hair, and her heart suddenly softened.

"Why do you still carry these with you?" Ning Yi asked.

Ji Yan continued applying the ointment, gently rubbing the ointment into the reddened area with her fingertips, her voice soft: "I'm used to it. It's inevitable to get minor injuries while filming or working."

After applying the ointment, he tore off a band-aid and carefully placed it on her ankle, glancing up as he did so to make sure the edges didn't rub against her reddened area.

"Actually, you don't need to be so careful," she whispered, instinctively trying to pull her feet back, but he gently pressed them down.

"I'll be walking tomorrow, and it'll hurt if it gets chafed." He straightened up after saying that and casually put the medicine box into the bedside table drawer. "Why don't you wash up first? I'll put my things away."

Ning Yi hummed in agreement, watching his back as he turned to pull his suitcase. The coolness on her ankles hadn't dissipated yet, but her heart was already warm.

As the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Ji Yan was opening his suitcase and taking things out.

He didn't bring much with him; a few changes of clothes were neatly folded and placed in the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. He also put his laptop in a corner of the desk and carefully wrapped the charger in the socket.

When Ning Yi came out wrapped in a bath towel, there was no trace of his suitcase in the room; it had probably been put into the closet.

Ji Yan was standing by the window making a phone call, his back to her, his voice low and inaudible, only occasionally responding with "um" or "okay".

Seeing her come out, he smiled slightly at her, then said into the phone, "That's all for now," and quickly hung up.

"I just finished explaining the work to Xu Zhi for the next few days." Ji Yan turned around, his gaze falling on her wet hair. He naturally picked up a dry towel from the sofa: "Didn't you dry your hair? Come sit down, I'll help you."

Just as Ning Yi was about to wave her hand and say she would do it herself, he pulled over a chair for her to sit down, gently covered her hair with a dry towel, and slowly pressed her hair with his fingertips to absorb the water.

"You've really mastered that technique." She smiled, her eyes half-closed, her wet hair clinging to the back of her neck, tickling from the occasional warmth of his fingertips.

He ran his fingertips through his hair, gently gathering it along the whorl. Once the towel had absorbed most of the moisture, he pulled it out and casually draped it over the back of the chair before turning to get the hairdryer.

As the warm breeze blew, carrying the warmth of his palms, he slowly combed his long hair, his voice low and mingled with the sound of the wind: "The private exhibition is in the old town tomorrow. The roads are difficult to walk on, so wear a pair of comfortable shoes."

Ning Yi tilted her head slightly as he combed her hair, the warm breeze making the back of her neck feel tingly. She smiled and replied, "Okay, I have a pair of flat soft shoes in my suitcase. I'll wear those tomorrow."

The hum of the hairdryer gradually subsided. Ji Yan turned it off, gently wiping the last bit of moisture from her hair with his fingertips before letting go: "Okay, that's about enough. Let it air dry for a while before you go to sleep."

Ning Yi raised her hand and touched her hair, which was already half dry.

Ji Yan put the hairdryer back in its place, and as he turned around, he casually gathered the strands of hair that were hanging in front of her shoulders. His fingertips brushed against her earlobe, still carrying the warmth of the warm air.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and said with a smile, "Oh right, tomorrow we're going to the street where the private exhibition is located. There's an old shop on the corner that makes really authentic almond milk."

Ning Yi replied, "That's perfect. I'll go try it tomorrow; it won't be a wasted trip."

"You should go wash up too. You must be tired after a long day. It's almost one o'clock."

Ji Yan nodded: "Okay."

Ning Yi lay on the bed, the blanket only pulled up to her waist, her fingertips swiping across her phone screen, trying to play on her phone while waiting for Ji Yan.

As she played, she became incredibly sleepy. In a daze, she put her phone down on the pillow, nuzzled her head against the soft pillow, and within seconds her breathing became even, and even her brows relaxed.

When Ji Yan came out of the bathroom, he saw Ning Yi leaning against the headboard, holding her phone in her hand with the screen lit up, obviously having fallen asleep while scrolling through something.

She was probably really tired; her brows were slightly furrowed, her long eyelashes drooped down, casting a small, light shadow under her eyes, and her hair was still loosely scattered, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and moving gently with her breathing.

Ji Yan walked over quietly, first gently taking the phone from her hand, then turning off the screen and taking the charger out of the bedside table drawer. He carefully plugged it into the phone's port and the other end into the socket.

After doing all that, he bent down and gently brushed the strands of hair from her cheek with his fingertips.

She seemed startled; her eyelashes trembled, she mumbled something indistinctly, turned over to face inward, and shrank further into the blankets like a cat seeking warmth.

Looking at her completely relaxed appearance, Ji Yan's eyes softened. He reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, and then, afraid that she would catch a cold when she turned over, he tucked the edge to her neck.

Looking at the top of her hair that was exposed, he chuckled softly and gently touched her reddened earlobe with his fingertips.

He didn't move again, but stood by the bed for a moment before quietly going around to the other side of the bed to lie down, trying to get as close to her as possible, but afraid of pressing down on her, he only carefully occupied a small part of the bed.

Ji Yan lay on his side, his gaze falling on her profile, which was half-hidden by her hair. She was breathing evenly, her nose slightly upturned, and she was sleeping soundly.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. After hesitating for half a second, he slowly leaned in and his lips landed very lightly on her forehead.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his voice so soft he was afraid of disturbing her dreams.