The girls needed to change clothes and put on makeup, so the person in charge first led Shen Yu to see the "real-life shooting" location she mentioned.
The theme of "Turbulent Times and Red Dust" is warlord beauties during the Republic of China era, and the set is a simple and mottled old street.
It's clear the maker put a lot of effort into it; the realism is incredibly high, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Standing inside, one feels as if time has truly reversed, transporting them back to a century ago, an era of war and smoke.
"When we actually start filming, we'll use smoke to simulate the feeling of war and smoke. With both of you being so good-looking, the effect will definitely be great."
The woman in charge was speaking when she noticed that the man next to her seemed to be drawn to something. She looked in the direction he was looking and saw a woman in a peach-pink satin cheongsam holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking slowly and unhurriedly towards her.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes held a starry mist.
Step by step, her waist is slender, soft and graceful, a natural allure.
It's as if a vibrant and colorful painting of a beautiful woman suddenly appears in a black and white world, stunning the world.
Even the woman in charge couldn't help but feel her heart race upon seeing her. "Miss Jing, you're so beautiful!"
The photographer next to her frantically winked at her: Get out of the way!!!
...
When Jing Weiyang changed out of her cheongsam and came out, Shen Yu was standing by the window smoking, wearing a snow-white shirt. Under the white smoke, his delicate profile had a cold beauty.
She paused, then strode towards him.
Shen Yu turned around when he heard the voice, only to find that the person had already come to his side.
Jing Weiyang reached out and, to the man's surprise, snatched the cigarette from his hand and put it in her own mouth.
Her movements were practiced and her gaze alluring.
Then she tiptoed closer to his face, her red lips parted slightly, and a cloud of white smoke sprayed into his face.
Shen Yu's eyelashes trembled. Before the white mist had even dissipated, he lowered his head and kissed the little vixen in his arms who was laughing hysterically.
The ethereal and melodious laughter abruptly stopped.
...
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the red sports car pulled up to a stop in front of the photo studio with a graceful drift.
The car door opened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out. After waving to the man in the driver's seat, the man stepped on the gas and sped away.
The man raised his head, revealing an extremely handsome and perfect face, with a pair of phoenix eyes that were particularly captivating.
He had just stepped onto the stone steps when a melodious bell suddenly rang from his pocket.
The man answered the phone and walked upstairs: "Hello, I've arrived."
A group of bodyguards in black suits walked towards us, with the leader holding a large black umbrella, protecting a man and a woman inside.
It was obvious at a glance that a wealthy person had come to take pictures. The man smiled and stepped aside.
As we brushed past each other, I heard a woman's soft, sweet, coquettish voice:
"Honey, I'm hungry,"
What would you like to eat?
"Hmm, steak, I guess."
"good,"
"I want to eat what you made yourself!"
"Okay~"
"Hehe, honey, you're so good to me, I love you to death~"
The man abruptly stopped in his tracks as he pushed the door open. The words "Honey, you're so good" overlapped with the sweet, soft laughter he remembered: "Brother, you're so good, Xiao Yang loves you the most~".
He turned and ran back, but by the time he reached the roadside, he only saw the black car's rear end disappear from sight.
He stubbornly continued to chase after it, but was nearly hit by a speeding car. The driver rolled down the window and yelled at him, "In such a hurry to die," but he seemed not to hear.
How could this be? Xiao Yang, is that you? Is that woman you?
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