And Ye Chen had an incredible physique, like he'd been sculpted for a character model: perfect proportions, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. It was seriously enviable.
Su Ningwei had curves in all the right places, a waist so slender you could wrap one hand around it, and long, slim legs without an ounce of excess fat. She didn't look at all like a mother who'd given birth to three children.
Life was so unfair.
Why were some people as beautiful as if they'd been carefully carved, while she looked like a lump of clay Nuwa had casually flung away?
I'm so jealous I could cry...
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The staff came over and helped Ye Chen and Su Ningwei put on the rest of their gear.
The scene Ye Chen and Su Ningwei were filming today involved action choreography, so it was a little more complicated, and preparations would take longer.
After everything had been adjusted and set up, they began capturing the data.
Ye Chen and Su Ningwei had long since mastered their paired sword-dance routine and moved together seamlessly.
After the two flowed through a series of movements,
the staff on site praised them one after another. Not only were Ye Chen and Su Ningwei's movements flawless, their facial expressions were spot-on too. They were practically beyond reproach.
Ye Chen was in a good mood. He'd wrapped up another day's work with ease, making a cool million just like that.
Another week flew by, and it was early July.
The summer heat was already intense, and the sun poured down over the land, every ray seeming to carry its own warmth.
The sky stretched deep and blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by, as if savoring the endless summer.
At the back hill,
the