Although Han Luoqi's face is also handsome and striking, there's still a significant difference from Emperor Xia Liang.
So, she broke character.
However, thankfully, the lapse only lasted for a moment. As soon as she met Lu Hualiang's familiar gaze, she was immediately drawn back in.
Even though it was Han Luoqi's face, in her eyes, it transformed into Lu Hualiang.
It really felt like going back a thousand years.
This shot was supposed to stop here and switch to the next.
However, just as Xu Jiayang was about to call cut, he didn't expect Lu Hualiang to move, sitting by the bedside.
His index finger gently lifted her chin, eyes meeting.
"My Empress."
Everyone was in perfect sync, and no one shouted cut; they continued filming.
Lu Hualiang hooked her chin and gently kissed her.
His hand involuntarily touched her shoulder, gently kneading.
The other hand reached her waist, with a light tug, the belt loosened.
The clothes slowly slid off her fragrant shoulder.
