He's Going To Be Her Muse

Lu Jianjun returned to the bedroom, heading straight for the shower. Afterward, he changed into fresh clothes, his usual composed demeanour returning. 

Meanwhile, Li Na waited in the dining area for both the man and the food, she had few idle moments, her eyes fell on the script set aside on the table. The urge to continue working gnawed at her, but she hesitated. No matter how many times she read through it, no matter how hard she tried to internalize the character, she always found herself hitting the same dead end.

Frustration simmered beneath her composed exterior. I'm going to suck at this improvised role, she thought, her confidence shaken. To make matters worse, this was actually the original version of the script—this had been the writer's initial draft before Yin Hao had declined the role. Only then had it been tweaked to suit Tang Ming and her. With him back, they had pulled their best for him.