"Slap!"
In the damp and chilly prison, the salt-soaked black whip violently struck the frail woman, staining her blue-green dress with filth and blood.
She lay trembling on the ground, appearing utterly pitiful.
"Slap."
Another whip lashed onto the woman in the blue-green dress.
"Speak."
Cold boots stepped on the trembling shoulders of the woman, the voice cold enough to pierce through the thick prison walls.
"I, I…"
As the boot landed on her shoulder, the person on the ground trembled even more violently.
"Cut!"
Director Li frowned and shouted loudly.
Dressed in the merciless Flying Fish Suit, Shen Yan withdrew his foot from Chu Jinghe's body, his sinister face suddenly blooming like spring flowers.
"Mr. Chu, sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you."
"No," Chu Jinghe almost gritted her teeth as she squeezed out those words.
Shen Yan did it on purpose, there was no such step in the script.
