Tang Yu's brain finally caught up, realizing that without her stand-in, Ye Sihan would absolutely not let her kiss Xiang Feiyu.
The director doesn't like mismatched shots; they seem unreal.
"1, 2, 3, start!" the director shouted.
Tang Yu took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Ye Sihan's thin lips.
The director didn't call cut, so Tang Yu kept her lips pressed against Ye Sihan's.
Although it was acting, Ye Sihan wasn't an actor, and when their breaths tangled, the emotions were all different.
There was also the embarrassment of being watched...
After enduring for a while, Tang Yu, standing on tiptoe, started to feel the strain; without tiptoeing, she couldn't reach Ye Sihan's taller frame.
Just when it became uncomfortable, her waist was suddenly gripped, embraced, and a strong, powerful arm supported her entire body to prevent her from sliding down.
Then, Ye Sihan took the initiative, possessing and devouring that soft, tender mouth, and went deeper.
