Really careless!
"Hey, how did this hair end up in my hand?"
Shen Shanden wanted to leave.
He tried hard to think, forcing himself to think.
He thought and thought, turning it over and over.
For some reason, the pillow had not supported his head, but his butt.
No hands had been used for hooking shoulders and putting arms around each other; legs had been used instead.
Shen Shanden was miserable, utterly miserable.
Why? Why was it so hard when he just wanted to focus on making movies?
It was terrifying!
When someone grabbed his weakness and hammered at it, no one could withstand that.
Very soon.
Shen Shanden became optimistic again.
Human sexual desire was a powerful force, and he could begin once more to subdue and attempt to master it.
He had already abstained for a long time and accumulated tremendous energy. He had done quite well.
Now that he could start again, the urge would only become stronger.
Failure.
Was merely the beginning of an even greater success next time.
"I'm exhausted."
Fan Bingbing felt as if she had come back to life.
Shen Shanden truly did not treat her like a human being.
After rinsing her mouth and quickly wiping herself down, Fan Bingbing took advantage of Shen Shanden's relaxed state to gather information.
"I saw that the script for The Grand Director had changed again."
Shen Shanden asked in return, "I had some new ideas and revised a few things. What did you think?"
A script was not set in stone. During filming, the screenwriter and actors might spark off each other and produce better inspiration.
Of course, generally speaking, revising a script was not a good thing.
Nominally, it was a Director-centered system, but in reality, whoever had the resources had the final say.