Full of specificity.
Tang Song took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moving, "Alright! You just wait for !"
A few minutes later, the second take officially began.
As the director’s voice ca through the intercom, the elevator doors slowly closed, isolating the noise outside.
Inside the elevator, only the two of them could be heard breathing lightly.
In the enclosed space, the overhead light cast a warm yellow glow, adding a layer of romance to the entire scene.
Tang Song, with his back to the cara, pressed the elevator button and, like a magician, pulled a deep red rose from his suit pocket and presented it to Su Yu.
Su Yu took the rose, lowered her head to sniff it, her lips curving into a blissful smile: "I really like it."
Though the line was simple, she perford it with such infectiousness, as if truly imrsed in the joy of passionate love.
In the next second, Tang Song abruptly pressed her against the mirrored wall of the elevator.
Su Yu cooperated by letting out a perfectly tid gasp, the rose quivering slightly between them.
Tang Song supported himself with one hand beside her ear, his other hand gripping her wrist.
He leaned down to kiss her long, snow-white neck.
Su Yu let out a llifluous moan, her amber eyes filled with misty intoxication.
"Cut!" Director Lin Mochuan, being very perceptive this ti, suggested, "Let’s do another take, Gu Heng (cao role), slow down the pacing of the kiss scene. I want a close-up of this mont!"
"Okay, Director." Tang Song nodded.
The two slowly released each other.
"Action!"
"No, Gu Heng, you should show possessiveness..."
"Wait, let’s reshoot! Li Chu had an incredible look just now!"
With yesterday’s experience and given that there were no lines today, Tang Song perford very smoothly, completely natural in his role.
After three or four attempts, their cooperation beca more harmonious, with virtually no flaws.
However, the demanding film queen saw it differently.
Standing behind the monitor, Su Yu watched with a composed gaze, furrowing her brows, saying, "No, the two are a couple in passionate love, in the most intense stage, their performance is too restrained."
After a mont of thought, Lin Mochuan tentatively suggested, "Then... be more aggressive? Maybe add so physical friction, collision, or kneading."
Su Yu nodded, her tone calm, "Alright, let’s try."
A new round of filming began.
The elevator doors closed again, with Tang Song seamlessly delivering the flower, pinning her, and kissing her.
But this ti, Su Yu tilted her exquisitely beautiful face upward, inserting her slender right leg between his thighs.
Their bodies fit together tightly.
Seemingly to better engage the actors’ emotions.
Her lips moved close to amateur Tang Song’s ear, whispering softly, "Damn—I love you so much... mm~"
Her husky, sensual breath buzzed like electricity down his spine, akin to the strongest aphrodisiac.
"Boom—" Tang Song’s heart ignited instantly, imrsing him in the scene.
His hands began to explore and press.
Her long compass-like legs, firm round hips, perky Nanako...
The rose fell, scattering petals everywhere.
Her hands were tightly clenched by Tang Song’s right hand, pressing against the bright elevator mirror.
Her eyes were dazed, body trembling, breathing rapid, vividly portraying the entanglent of passionate love.
Tang Song was dedicated to his art.
And fulfilled the film queen’s wish to push herself to new limits.
...
As the city lights ca on, the Bund’s historical buildings were draped in a golden glow under the night sky.
The taxi stopped in front of Three on the Bund.
Shen Yuyan got out of the car and took the elevator straight to the top-floor Jean Georges restaurant.
Opening the heavy glass doors, she was greeted by soft warm light and elegant background music.
Following the waiter into the restaurant.
From a distance, she could see Qiu Sirou sitting by the window.
It had been a year since they last t, and in person, she appeared more radiant than in the photos and videos online.
Clearly, she was doing very well.
"Yuyan! Over here!" Qiu Sirou saw Shen Yuyan coming, raised her champagne glass slightly, smiling.
Shen Yuyan smiled as she approached the table, placing her handbag aside, "Sorry, I had a call with my boss right before I left, took a bit of ti."
"No worries, Shanghai’s night view is worth waiting for. By the way, aren’t you your own boss now, what boss?"
"My investnt company’s boss." Shen Yuyan shrugged helplessly, gracefully pulling out a chair and sitting down, her skirt outlining her curvy hips.
The waiter promptly poured her a glass of champagne.
Shen Yuyan thanked and gestured with her glass towards Qiu Sirou, "Co on, to our reunion dinner, Cheers!"
"Clink~" they gently clinked glasses, the champagne bubbles shimring in the candlelight.
Qiu Sirou sipped her champagne and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Still so beautiful, every ti I see you I can’t help being envious."
As she spoke, her eyes appraised her old friend.
She wore a well-tailored Max Mara business suit, her makeup was exquisite yet natural, and she exuded elegance and confidence in her every move.
"Beauty is hard to hide, hehe." Shen Yuyan playfully blinked, and they exchanged smiles.
The appetizer quickly arrived — foie gras with sour cherry and candied walnuts.
The two chatted while savoring the food, gradually rediscovering the familiar feeling of past days.
The conversation soon shifted to their current work and lives.
Outside the window, the neon lights of the Oriental Pearl Tower lit up, adorning the city with dreamy splendor.
Through Shen Yuyan’s accounts, Qiu Sirou gained deeper insight into her current situation, a sense of admiration in her gaze.
She truly admired this forr colleague; it wasn’t just her, but company leaders and the company itself had deep impressions of this forr HR.
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