The camera captured this one movement, perfectly recording it.
Staring at the screen, Han Sen's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help muttering excitedly, "Right! That's exactly the kind of resisting yet yielding feeling I want..."
Is this what they call resisting yet yielding? This is clearly a true outpouring of emotion.
Ming Ge couldn't help but retort inwardly.
In the frame, the Emperor bent over, his palm encircling the girl, giving off a beautifully hazy impression amidst the dancing light and fluttering canopy.
"Great! Just great! Erotic without being tacky!" Han Sen, slightly agitated, rolled up the script and directed the lighting technician, "Lighting, lighting, dim it a bit more, make it hazier."
Turning his head, he instructed the propmaster, "Release all the gauze canopies—"
The dim light darkened a degree more, and amidst the fluttering gauze, the man lowered his voice and whispered into Ming Ge's ear in a very soft tone, "Just now, were you inviting me?"
