The moonlight was hazy, the lights misty.
In a Pomegranate Grove, the young yet tall and exquisitely curved Luo Feifei lay quietly on a soft lawn. All around her, pomegranate flowers, as vibrant as blood, were in full bloom, releasing a sweet and refreshing fragrance.
Luo Feifei suddenly grew very nervous. This was, after all, the first passion scene of her life. She had never experienced anything like it, neither in real life nor on screen.
She couldn't help but recall the director's words: "Just act as if you've been anesthetized, lying paralyzed on an operating table. Let the head surgeon take the lead through the whole process. You don't need to do much. The focus of this scene is really on Yin Zhiping."
'Head surgeon? Isn't that Li Xiang?' Her eyes shifted slightly, and she caught a glimpse of brilliant petals between jade-green leaves, as crimson as a young woman's first blood. Her heart suddenly began to stir.
