Sheng Yan gave a slight nod and quickly left without turning back to look at He Jinxia, fearing he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would return!
Cheng Xiaohua saw them leave and walked into the makeup room. Seeing He Jinxia’s expression, she couldn’t help but ask with curiosity, "Jinxia, why is your face so red?"
He Jinxia quickly patted her cheeks and asked, "Is it very red?"
Cheng Xiaohua nodded affirmatively, "It’s as red as an apple."
He Jinxia fanned her face with her hand to cool down, thinking it was all because of that cad!
The scoundrel, the stinking scoundrel, he went too far, how could he break the rules like that...
Yet when that certain soone broke the rules, she... didn’t really want to stop him?
He Jinxia’s face heated up and felt even redder.
Ti swiftly passed, and the afternoon arrived.
He Jinxia continued discussing the choreography with the artistic director. Most of the ti, it was the artistic director coming up with ideas, while He Jinxia expressed her own thoughts through her dance.
The artistic director furrowed his brow, standing not far away and staring at He Jinxia solemnly, scrutinizing her from head to toe, not missing any detail.
He Jinxia stood up straight, showing a standard faint smile that revealed eight of her teeth. She could maintain this kind of smile for an hour if needed, all thanks to the experience she gained from photoshoots for magazines.
The makeup that had been freshly applied made her features even more exquisite. Her gently upturned eyelids looked enchanting, and although her face had an innocent shape, the way her eyes tilted upward made people feel a compelling glamour.
Indeed seductive...
The artistic director thought to himself that He Jinxia’s displayed charm was more vivid than that of the original Dancer, Deng Zhaoyan. Deng Zhaoyan was seductive because of her good figure and glamorous looks, and while her external attributes were excellent, this kind of seductive charm felt common and cheap, both flashy and vulgar.
However, He Jinxia’s seductive charm had an essence of purity, not making people feel it’s cheap, but rather sothing that made them ache from deep within their hearts.
"Knock knock!"
The door to the makeup room was knocked, and the director’s assistant walked in, asking, "The choreography, is it designed yet? Director Li is already urging us!"
The artistic director’s face darkened slightly. He was about to shake his head when a stroke of inspiration hit him. Clapping his hands, he said:
"Ah, I’ve got it! For your final dance move, collapse into Sheng Yan’s arms with a smile, then slowly withdraw and leave the stage!"
After all, the role of the Dancer that He Jinxia was playing was ant to seduce Prince Chen, portrayed by Sheng Yan. Since they needed to display the Dancer’s seductive charm, relying on the dance alone seed insufficient. It would be better to add an interaction with Prince Chen; perhaps there would be an unexpected outco.
The artistic director looked up at He Jinxia, still maintaining her smile, and the image of Sheng Yan’s heroic Prince Chen flashed in his mind. A handso man and a beautiful woman in interaction, perhaps the screen might explode with fervor from such a scene?
Isn’t this what the young people nowadays love to see, scenes full of passion?
Thinking this way, the artistic director beca even more convinced of his idea and promptly took He Jinxia to see Director Li.
He Jinxia’s face bore a smile, yet her heart was anything but calm. Sister Xiao Hua’s prediction had co true; she might actually end up collapsing into Sheng Yan’s arms!
For the first ti, she seriously doubted whether Sister Xiao Hua might actually have the constitution of a "lucky fish."
How could such a low-probability event be predicted by Sister Xiao Hua if she weren’t a lucky fish?!
A group quickly arrived at Director Li’s location, seizing the opportunity to speak while he was free after wrapping up a shoot, and the art director eagerly expressed her opinion.
He Jinxia stood demurely to the side, remaining silent.
After listening, Director Li’s eyes narrowed slightly, uncertain.
"This form of expression is quite common in other movies; if not handled well, falling into his arms can co off as cliché!"
The art director encouraged, "But if it’s just pure dancing, Jinxia can only use her lips and the expression in her eyes to convey allure, which personally feels a bit thin to .
Director Li, think about it, if while dancing she were to fall into Sheng Yan’s arms, and then we add an interaction between the two—a unique interaction, not the sa old formula seen in other movies—it might beco a splendid mont!"
As she spoke, the art director could already picture the scene in her mind—it would be absolutely eye-catching!
She continued, "Now isn’t there a trend for passion, for a clash of titans where sparks are flying?"
Director Li raised his eyebrows, "That’s where you’re wrong. What’s popular now is brotherhood, the bond between n. There’s nothing trendy about relationships between n and won, it’s either ntor-disciple affection or a love-hate dynamic. Your idea of a titanic clash is outdated!"
The people around, upon hearing this, all silently wiped away sweat in their minds. How different are so-called titanic clashes from love-hate dynamics?
Could there really be stories of titanic clashes that lead to a rush for wealth and prosperity?
Though that’s what they thought internally, no one voiced this aloud; the art director kept nodding in agreent, but she still firmly believed in her idea.
"Just let her fall into his arms. We can design a move like reaching out to touch her lips. Such a gesture is fresh and refined. I’ve never seen a leading man in an ancient drama wipe a girl’s lips before; Director Li, if you do it, you’ll be the first to set a precedent!"
The art director truly hoped to see this scene play out, believing it would absolutely explode with girlish enthusiasm, and she was doing her utmost to persuade him.
Director Li was sowhat swayed by her persistence, and just then Sheng Yan ca over. Li called him to ask his opinion.
After a glance at He Jinxia, Sheng Yan spoke slowly, "Either way is fine; whatever you arrange."
Even though Sheng Yan’s expression was unreadable and his tone neutral, He Jinxia felt as if he was smiling.
Seeing that the main actor had no objections and the art director was so confident in her design, Director Li then gestured decisively—Action!
"Action!" With the clapperboard’s snap, He Jinxia began her dance.
Her movents were graceful, sleeves fluttering like ethereal, ever-changing clouds, while the music of stringed and woodwind instrunts began to play.
The background music started with a flute solo, followed by the zither, and then the drums... With every new instrunt introduced, He Jinxia’s dance evolved, moving in harmony with the rhythm, the two enhancing each other.
Even though in the film the dance would only appear in three or four shots lasting just seconds, the actual performance required dancing continuously for at least several dozen seconds, unlike the few fragnted scenes in the film.
Suddenly, at a certain mont, the music picked up pace, and He Jinxia’s steps quickened as well. She moved ceaselessly, inadvertently making her way towards Sheng Yan.
Then, as the music slowed, He Jinxia’s movents also decelerated, performing the dance solely for Sheng Yan, her long sleeves occasionally brushing against his armor.
It was sowhat teasing, sowhat enticing.
Sheng Yan’s eyes sharpened, a dark glimr flickering within them, as steady as an eagle seizing its prey, perfectly capturing Prince Chen’s persona.
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