Tang Jin, whose facial expression had already eased, suddenly darkened again upon hearing the woman's last sentence and domineeringly threatened, "From now on, you're not allowed to film bed scenes or kissing scenes!"
"You might as well say holding hands and hugging are not allowed either!" Mu Jiujiu felt it was utterly nonsensical. She was an actress, right?
"It seems your awareness isn't too low." Tang Jin snorted, "From now on, don't accept any script that involves intimate scenes."
"If I don't accept, should I drink northwest wind instead?" Mu Jiujiu shrugged her shoulders, somewhat amused. This man really was overwhelmingly domineering.
"With me, are you afraid of starving to death?" Tang Jin spoke with displeasure, "If you want to act in the future, you can take roles in war movies, preferably those where the husband has died and you must steadfastly remain a widow."
