Shooting in the dark was a pain in the rear side.
Shooting in the dark, drenched from head to toe, covered in slime and mud, was no different from taking a trip straight to hell.
In fact, it was a task so arduous that Shen Jingwei's emotions shut off completely, with the burning wish to leave the musty and dark environment as soon as possible.
Yan Renzhong, apparently, shared the same sentiment.
That was good. It should allow for a smoother cooperation.
Shen Jingwei was happy that they could still act together, despite their glaring differences and the bad blood haunting them.
Even then, the slightest skin contact was akin to a lethal electric shock.
A tremor went through Shen Jingwei when Yan Renzhong hauled him over his shoulder without much effort, as if Shen Jingwei only weighed a tenth of his actual weight.
And when he landed a smack on his butt as demanded by the script.
