Three Sentence Ficathon

If they weren’t going straight to the airport to fly back to Shanghai after Jing Jing was due to wrap, Yu Tu probably would not have ventured onto her movie set today, and of course, just his luck, apparently the last scene to be shot before the wrap was a passionate kiss scene that he really had little interest in watching, no matter what he said to Jing Jing about how she did not need to avoid these kinds of scenes for him.

The scene took place in a restaurant, which at least meant that there were tables facing away from the set he could sit at while waiting for Jing Jing, and this was where he was when a drink was placed down in front of him.

“You’re Jing Jing’s husband, right?” the person who had placed the drink down said, sitting down opposite him. “Call me Ting Ting.”

Yu Tu blinked, and then stared at the drink in front of him.

“It’s cheaper than therapy,” ‘call-me-Ting-Ting’ said with a playful smile. “Trust me, I should know, I’m his wife.”

Yu Tu didn’t need to turn to know that she was pointing at the male lead actor, and found himself unable to hold back a chuckle.

She probably had it worse than him, Yu Tu realised, because she was an actress too, so she really couldn’t tell her husband to avoid these scenes, even if she wanted to.