Tan Hanyi saw her brother among the flowers.
The prop tree was very lifelike. He landed and hung among the treetops, with flowers blooming on the branches. In that unique lighting, Tan Qingyue's incomparably superior contours and facial features were outlined.
Tan Hanyi met the eyes of the man on the tree. She was stunned, and also dazed by his gaze.
A gust of night wind blew by, and she was like a small fish floating ashore for the first time, staring at the beautiful sky and water and being lost in thought.
Suddenly, the dark shadow that attacked from above, carrying with it unknown danger, brought such a man in front of her.
Tan Hanyi: If this was really her first meeting with Tan Qingyue, she might really fall in love with him uncontrollably!
Still hopeless!
The man in the tree is more dangerous than the night, deeper and more charming than the moonlight. He is very close, yet seems more lonely and far away than the cold stars.
The fragrance of flowers on the trees made him look so enchanting that he could easily capture people's hearts.
Seeing the little goblin below staring with his eyes wide open, the man on the tree suddenly curled his lips and smiled evilly.
When he smiled, Tan Hanyi suddenly realized: Was she suppressed? Where in the world is there a flower maniac like her? Seeing her brother see her would make her lose her soul.
Damn it! Tan Hanyi, you are going to die, this is so embarrassing!
Suddenly hugging herself with both hands, Tan Hanyi realized that she had been so immersed in the role that she had lost her soul.
He looked around hastily. Why didn't the director call "cut"? This is exactly what was written in the script: The little quail spirit curiously asked the Night Emperor why he came here.
These are completely different from the stupid questions like why you have to lie on the tree and not move!
Is this ok?
Tan Hanyi was soaked all over. She wanted to stand up and run away instinctively, but she always felt that Ye Di's gaze was fixed on her whole body.
The quail spirit might not be that provocative in the script, and Tan Hanyi realized that she had made a mistake.
She sat with her hands on her hips in the warm water pool, the water level just reaching her chest.
If she stood up...Tan Hanyi would be embarrassed.
She pursed her lips, thinking that she must pull back the plot and lines.
So I don't want to run away! This is the quail spirit Yiyi's territory, why would she run away?
"You..." Tan Hanyi was about to say the right line when suddenly, a black shadow fell straight into the water.
ah?
In front of her, a drunken, silent but extremely evil man suddenly appeared.
Staring at him, is he drunk or possessed? It's so scary...
Tan Hanyi suddenly felt that she had known Tan Qingyue for twenty years in vain.
Is this man who approaches step by step as soon as we enter the hot spring really the Tan Qingyue who went to the toilet with the coffee?
By the way, my brother said to get into the role, get into the role! But, in this case, Tan Hanyi wanted to cry even more. What kind of hooligan was this who peeped at the little quail taking a bath in the middle of the night?
Director, this is wrong! This is not what is written in the script. Her little head was turning everywhere, even looking over the tall Ye Di's shoulder towards the camera.
She wanted to ask for help, which was not the scripted process. However, the machine was running quietly, and it was obviously still a filming scene.
Tan Hanyi, stay calm!
Your brother is just trying to show off his power! Tan Qingyue is shameless. He first made a gentleman's agreement with you, and then came up with an unfair clause.
Relying on his popularity and wide network of contacts, he changes the script without permission, in order to give you a memorable first appearance on the set!
"You, who are you? Why are you here?"
Tan Hanyi's lines were still in the script, but her face changed from one of ignorance to one of panic.
There is no way. The Night Emperor just came down like this, and she has to adapt to the situation, right?
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