Yao Shen is stunned silent for a full minute.
Xin Hulei takes advantage of his confusion to take control of the situation. He shoulders past the makeup artists and light technicians and starts adjusting Yao Shen's costume, pulling it closer together over his chest.
"In reality, Yan Shuyi wouldn't be so overly modest, and would just bathe himself naked, it's a natural state of being and he wouldn't be so self-conscious," Yan Shuyi admonishes, as he tightens Xin Hulei's robe's neckline but rolls up his sleeves.
Finally, Yao Shen regains the function of speech. "Did you just call me a slut?"
"No," Xin Hulei says, not pausing in his adjustments to the costume. "I called your rendition of Yan Shuyi a slut, there's a difference."
Yao Shen remains still as Xin Hulei ties the skirts of the thin inner robes around his legs like makeshift shorts.
