Yin Jiuling readjusted her position again.
"Alright, now lean on him."
Yin Jiuling slowly leaned on Yang Haoran.
Song Ci corrected her posture from head to toe. After that, she said, "Laugh."
Yin Jiuling laughed a few times. Her smile became a little more tender, but it was not enough.
Song Ci tucked Yin Jiuling's hair to the side. It made her look a little more charming and seductive.
"Make sure your position is right."
"Okay."
Yin Jiuling nodded very seriously.
Song Ci began recording their training session.
"You can deliver your lines now."
Surprisingly, Yin Jiuling's delivery of lines was not bad. They were quite emotional. Coupled with her soft voice, she was in line with her character.
The scene was only a few minutes long, but Song Ci had spent more than an hour trying to correct Yin Jiuling's movements and expressions.
"Keep practicing until you're used to it."
