Ji Anning nervously swallowed, her body slowly leaning back as the man approached.
Of course, it wasn't that she was cooperating, but rather an instinctive desire to dodge.
"Action."
As the director called out, the man's muscular body suddenly bore down on her.
It was so sudden and unexpected that Ji Anning screamed out in alarm, "Ah..."
Her hands frantically pushed against the male actor pressing down on her, mustering all her strength until, caught off guard, he was sent tumbling to the ground.
Seizing the opportunity, Ji Anning sat up, hands protectively covering her chest, and looked towards the director, "Director, we agreed that I'm just a stand-in and there wouldn't be any physical contact in my scenes."
All of this, Sister Hong knew as well; she had gotten her today's work and had never exposed her identity, nor had she ever accepted roles involving ambiguous physical contact with the opposite sex.
What had gone wrong this time?
Ji Anning frowned in confusion.