The scene was finished, and the makeup artist hurried over to touch up Lin Muci’s makeup.
Lin Muci stood in the room of the small Western-style building. Flashes of light refracted through the blinds, and the glass cabinet in the corner gleamed.
She stared blankly at the prop glass cabinet used for filming and couldn't help but shiver.
Why are you shivering?
Military boots stepped on the floor, making creaking sounds.
Lin Muci’s voice immediately became stammering.
I-I’m not shivering.
She was just a little scared.
Ling Qianhe’s gaze landed on the glass cabinet.
I have an even bigger cabinet at home. You should remember it from when we shot an advertisement together.
Lin Muci certainly remembered. Hadn't she appeared there several times?
But she really didn't dare to respond to his words.
She looked down at the floor. Ling Qianhe could see the girl’s fair face and slender neck, her jawline was beautiful. If filmed with a close-up, this would be a very suitable face, capable of looking good with both heavy and light makeup.
But the only problem was.
She didn't look like him.
He walked forward.
The next scene was an imprisonment scene, and this glass cabinet would still be needed.
Lin Muci gasped and suddenly looked up.
This prop is still needed?
Her voice was stammering.
Can't we not use it? A glass cabinet is so embarrassing!
Everyone is watching!
Her cheeks turned completely red, but Ling Qianhe was not accommodating at all.
You go and tell the prop master not to use it. This is the crew's arrangement. I can't control anything.
Who said he couldn't control it? Given his status in the industry, what was wrong with resisting the crew?
As a newcomer, if she casually picked and chose props, she would be considered to be throwing a tantrum.
Lin Muci deflated like a leaky balloon, yet she was helpless.
She sulked and complained to the system.
Tell me, was the crew doing this on purpose, or was Ling Qianhe doing it on purpose?
The system comfortingly said.
Maybe it's just a coincidence. Isn't there a saying, "Nothing happens without a reason!"?
It must have been a coincidence.
Relax, it’s just acting. Dafeng Novel Network.
I believe in the host's acting skills, absolutely no problem.
Half an hour later, Lin Muci was locked inside the cabinet with a delicate silver chain.
Her whole body was flushed, her cheeks burning hot, no need for blush. She looked like she had a fever.
The photographer crouched in the corner filming her. She was overwhelmed by immense shame, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She thought.
Is this the price of acting?
Footsteps sounded on the stairs.
A young man in a neat military uniform walked up. He wore a dark green military cap, and beneath the brim, a pair of sharp, killer eyes were revealed. His gaze towards her seemed as if he wanted to devour her.
Her entire body was engulfed by immense fear. He approached step by step, took off his belt, and raised it high.
Cut!
The director shouted to stop.
That new girl, Lin Muci, right? What's with your expression? You're supposed to be filled with adoration and panic, not looking like you're facing execution with righteous indignation!
Lin Muci knew she shouldn’t talk back. As a newcomer, she should obediently listen to the director’s scolding.
But she really couldn’t help but retort.
Isn’t this facing execution?
This is indeed facing execution.
Other staff members couldn’t help but chuckle.
The director, a renowned director Chen Zhonghe, was known for his temper. He glared fiercely at the staff members who were convulsing with laughter. They immediately returned to their work, suppressing their smiles and putting on serious faces, raising their cameras.
The director couldn’t hold back and walked to the cabinet to explain the scene to the young girl.
The character you’re playing, Qi Qingling, she loves this man. Her feelings for him are complicated. Worship, gratitude, admiration, but due to national righteousness, she has to betray him.
The director pointed at Ling Qianhe.
You love him so much you’re going crazy, do you know that?
You betrayed him, and he didn’t kill you, but he didn’t let you go either. He imprisoned you, which is a very complex emotion.
Do you young girls understand this feeling of love and hate intertwined? This feeling of loving her and yet being unable to resist tormenting her.
Lin Muci quietly defended herself.
I understand.
I understand perfectly.
The director looked as if the young girl was lying.
You’re so young, what do you know!
Lin Muci was very helpless.
Ling Qianhe, standing nearby, listened to the director explaining the scene to Lin Muci. He casually played with the belt on his fingertips. His fingers were long and beautiful. The moment his fingertips brushed the belt, he tightened his grip intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Muci accidentally glanced at it and felt her heart tremble. But Qianhe didn’t look up, so she couldn’t see his expression clearly.
The director was still nagging.
This part must be filmed with appeal, with tension! Make people want to ravage you fiercely!
Be more charming, be more delicate. I’m not telling you to be solemnly facing execution, but while being tormented, you also need to attract that man logically, making him hesitate as he torments you, making him start to have feelings, start to waver.
He wants to hold you, to merge you into his body!
You have to convey this feeling.
Do you understand? Honestly, I’m explaining it to you piece by piece. You’re a pretty girl, can’t you have some insight?
Be more flexible, don't be like a dead fish, like a piece of wood!
Ling Qianhe continued to look down and play with the belt.
But Lin Muci knew he must have heard everything.
The system burst into laughter.
Host, this director is truly an amazing old driver! He’s openly driving a car! This is like a plane hitting a cannon, a train entering a tunnel, a rocket launching into the sky. This car is honking its horn, I’m impressed!
Lin Muci listened to the director impart his valuable experience and replied in a muffled voice.
I know.
The director nodded in satisfaction.
Let’s film another take and see if the feeling is better.
Qianhe, please run through the blocking again.
The young man standing by the blinds finally looked up. His fierce eyes were tinged with a faint smile. The fluctuating light fell on his profile, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.
Certainly. What’s the trouble with that? It’s part of filming, it’s what we should do.
He turned and walked downstairs. Lin Muci, locked in the cabinet by the silver chain, couldn’t move. She knew it was filming, but she was still incredibly flustered.
After the director called “action,” everyone took their positions.
She heard Ling Qianhe’s military boots stepping on the wooden stairs with creaking sounds, and saw his figure appear.
The setting sun cast brilliant golden rays, and the young man walked towards her against the light.
Her lips trembled slightly.
He walked up to her, his fingertips touching the door of the glass cabinet, and the silver chain clinked loudly.
The director didn’t call “Cut” this time, but Lin Muci’s mind went blank. She even forgot her next line and could only stare at him blankly.
Do you want to come out? Do you want to unlock the chain?
She nodded, and the man opposite her leaned in.
I’ll give you a chance. As long as you can satisfy me, I’ll let you out.
Lin Muci:
Satisfy him?
Did she mean what she thought? To actively do this and that to satisfy him?
Her face turned red.
What kind of terrible and shameful line is this? Screenwriter, come out and die!