"How did it hurt so badly?" Yi Ling's bruises on Yan Huan's shoulders at first sight didn't know what to do, how could they all be like this, do you want to go to the hospital?
"It may be a physical problem. In fact, I don't feel how much it hurts." Yan Huan moved her arm, but her brow wrinkled with pain.
It really hurts, but fortunately, she is shooting a costume play, otherwise, she might not even wear short sleeves.
She pretended to be nothing, continued to read the script, and recited the lines. In fact, she always wanted to cry in pain, but she also refrained.
At night, after seeing Yi Ling sleeping, she walked into the bathroom, then took off her clothes and looked at her shoulders. As a result, half of her shoulders were green and purple. It is no wonder that it hurts so much. .
She put on her clothes and walked out again, picked up the script, and then repeatedly thought about how to perform the next play.
In a black dress, black ink hair also hung down to the waist season, a black mandala flower was painted on the forehead, a sensual makeup, ruddy lips, at this time, she was barefoot, so gently Swayed the water in the pool.
At this time, a man was pressed up, and when she turned around, the kind of demon face made the men mad, and almost the pupils of the eyes began to dilate, and then they could not extricate themselves.
This kind of beauty is demonish, terrible, and deadly, but even so, even if it is a man, he is willing to be like a moth. Even if he is dead, he has to say a sentence under the peony flower and die. Merry too.
The woman came over, and every step of her bare feet seemed to give birth to black mandala flowers until she walked in front of the man. The man's hand couldn't help but want to worship, even if it wasn't Fairy, but witch.
"Who are you?" The man is obsessed, all eyes are women's figure, a pair of eyes also follow the godless, followed by the loose.
I saw a woman's red lips one by one, and then put a hand on the man's neck.
"Demon Lord, Qingyao..."
And with the sound of the card, the man's neck was broken by this beautiful hand, and the man swallowed on the spot, but his eyes were glared and his expressions were all frozen. The second before he died.
The woman closed her eyes and sucked in all the soul of the man for training. She stood up, sneered, that kind of cold, almost all ghosts in hell, she is the devil Qingyao, killing without blinking, killing everyone, dare to kill, she has no humanity, no humanity, because she It's not human.
"Card," the director shouted, and then Yan Huan came over, Yan Huan was relieved, even the sweat on his forehead did not dare to wipe, fearing that the makeup would be spent, and this time after several months of shooting, in fact It's already winter.
In the winter, her body was frozen with goose bumps, and she was shivering in the cold. Sometimes the cold was fighting the cold war, and her hands and feet were numb, but recently, all of her dramas are to be worn like this Thin clothes, there is still her bare legs, bare feet.
When she finished filming the scene, she came out, and Yi Ling quickly put the coat on her.
Yan Huan wrapped his clothes tightly, and also exhaled lightly.
it's too cold.