My Dragon

𝕮⃟Hapter 22

𝕮⃟𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 22

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘：My Dragon
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥：我的龙 (Butterfly Mage)

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Over the weekend, Nan HuaiLin spent two days reading the script of Star Country.

He had already read the script from beginning to end, twice, and felt that he had digested the role of Lu JinQin so thoroughly that he was confident that he could play him well in any scene he chose provided he had memorized the lines first. Since it was an ancient immortal drama, the lines were a little difficult to memorize, but Nan HuaiLin’s line memorization skills were top notch. As long as he was given ten minutes before shooting, he would be able to memorize a large section of lines skillfully.

On Monday morning, Nan HuaiLin woke up before 7 a.m.

Today was the day to attend the opening of Star Country, which also happened to be the first opening of his life.

He was so nervous last night that he had insomnia, tossing and turning until after 2 a.m. In total, he had slept for less than five hours.

When he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, there were no dark circles under his eyes and no redness in them, which was amazing.

He took a quick shower, and halfway through, Fei Cheng suddenly pushed open the door. He said, “Good morning” in a listless manner, then stood in front of the toilet before pulling out something and starting to pee.

Nan HuaiLin felt like crying and laughing. Although they were both men and there was nothing to avoid, sharing the bathroom still felt very awkward. Maybe they were not yet familiar enough to see each other naked.

Fei Cheng did not go out after peeing. Instead, he washed his hands and then started to squeeze out toothpaste to brush his teeth.

Nan HuaiLin quickly finished showering, covered his waist with a bath towel, and then grabbed a towel to wipe hair. He inclined his head to look, and could not help but laugh.

Fei Cheng’s eyes were closed, his toothbrush was in his mouth, and his hands were not moving at all, as if he was asleep.

“Hey,” Nan HuaiLin poked his arm. “Wake up.”

“Hmm?” Fei Cheng opened his eyes, looked at him in confusion, and the hand holding the toothbrush started to move.

“Were you a thief in the night?” Nan HuaiLin said while squeezing toothpaste. “Sleepy like this.”

“A friend had a birthday party and we drank until 2 a.m,” Fei Cheng said vaguely.

Nan HuaiLin half-listened and half-guessed, but he understood anyway.

He originally did not notice, but Fei Cheng really smelled of alcohol, and suddenly he was a little sick to his stomach.

Nan HuaiLin moved to the side, brushing his teeth while asking, “Why don’t you take a nap? It’s still early.”

“Today is Monday, the company has an early morning meeting, at 8:30.” Fei Cheng’s face was indifferent. “Why are you so early?”

Nan HuaiLin smiled. “I have to attend the opening ceremony of Star Country today.”

“Really?” Fei Cheng smiled and said, “Then you have to look good.”

Nan HuaiLin wasn’t good at this, so he said, “Can you help me look good? I can’t even spray hairspray.”

“No problem,” said Fei Cheng. “I’m good at that.”

The two of them quickly finished washing up, and then Fei Cheng had Nan HuaiLin stand in front of him. He held a hair dryer to blow his hair until it was half dry, covering Nan HuaiLin’s face with one hand and spraying hairspray with the other, and then meticulously styling it.