Beauty's hair, black as ink, was blown aloft, dancing lightly and chaotically midair, every strand distinctly visible...
Her complexion was like jade, and the long, thick lashes slowly lifted, revealing eyes as bright as the stars.
Han Sen signaled the cameraman to give a longer close-up shot.
Next—
The Emperor took a step forward, slowly extending his fair, slender hand, and placed it on Zhuang Jiang's back.
Ming Ge shuddered.
This action, devoid of any trace of acting, appeared utterly natural...
The camera captured this motion, recording it perfectly.
Han Sen's eyes fixated on the screen, sparkled slightly, and he couldn't help but muttered excitedly, "Yes! That's the kind of seductive ambivalence we need..."
Is this seductive ambivalence? It is clearly a genuine display of emotion.
Ming Ge couldn't help but retort inwardly.
On screen, a hazy and aesthetically beautiful image emerged.
