With a lazy yawn, Bi Xia sat on the ground, fanning himself with his hand while chatting with 007, who had been rambling on since Bi Xia fell to the ground, "Obviously, you could have fallen down more gracefully! You had to make such a grand gesture as if you couldn't wait to lie down and play dead!"
"Also, also, if you end up smiling and shedding a single tear, the effect would be even better!"
"Right, right, if you use your bloodstained hands to smear a blood-red arc in the snow before you die, it would be even more heart-wrenching and poignant!"
"Oh dear, I'm fainting!!!" 007 exclaimed more convinced as he spoke, "Your Majesty, go tell the director to reshoot the scene! I think it's really good this way!"
Bi Xia: ...
'First of all, you're dying, what beauty are you pursuing? The character is a man, not a woman.'
007: [...]
