This is how it started: Ishimoto Koji, being a boss with unusual tastes, recently invested in a film production company and signed Haruki Murakami, hoping to also sign Hato Yui to create works that would drive fans wild.
Hato Yui shook her head: "I've said it, I'm retired and won't dabble in those kinds of works anymore."
No one has ever dared not give face to Ishimoto Koji, so his expression gradually turned ominous, and his voice carried a chilling tone: "Playing innocent won't work, I've seen your films."
Hato Yui blushed, then responded seriously: "I lay in front of the camera, stripped, for food, for basic survival. But you stand in front of the camera in dignity, merely for personal desire and deceit."
"How dare you!" Ishimoto Koji swung a slap.
Hato Yui remained unfazed, not dodging at all.
Ishimoto Koji's hand stopped beside Hato Yui's cheek: "If it weren't for your pretty face, I wouldn't have held back."
