Baiyueguang professional account

Ling Han's knowledge of using the camera is limited to adjusting the angle and shooting.

He's just an average guy, not a professional.

The second bedroom is a small warehouse, but everything is neatly arranged, and the space in the middle is relatively large, enough for them to toss about.

Ling Han took the camera off the shelf, looked at it in his hand, and put it back after confirming that it was a style he was familiar with.

The waiting time was relatively long, and Ling Han was a little nervous, just like a bride who sat in the wedding room with her hijab in ancient times and waited for her husband to take off her hijab.

Sitting on the sofa and waiting for a while, he took out his mobile phone and searched silently.

In the master bedroom next door, An Mo changed his clothes, looked at his slim figure in the mirror, and couldn't help turning his head away.

【It's so beautiful! It's super beautiful! 】

[Can you stop crying, I just feel terrified. ]

He certainly wouldn't wear black stockings, and that bag has been a good thing for the bottom of the suitcase since he got home.Putting on the tailor-made cheongsam for him, even though he knew that he was good-looking and had a good figure, An Mo couldn't help but gasp when he saw it.

This shouldn't be, how could he fit so well in women's clothes!

Recalling the bet he made with Mr. Yu, An Mo felt that he might lose.

[Don't look at the face, just look at the figure, I'm afraid it will really increase the number of fans. ]

【You are going to be a graphic model! 】

[......]

The system is inexplicably happy.

After some mental struggle, An Mo still put on those high heels.

I bought everything, wouldn't it be a waste of money not to wear it?

The dark clothes made his skin white even more, especially the slender and white legs where the air bubbles split, and the back that seemed to be uncovered.

Taking a deep breath, An Mo stepped on high heels and staggered towards the next door.

Da da da……

The approaching voice was like a warning, Ling Han quickly turned off the phone, put it in his pocket, and looked up at the door.

That is, the moment he fixed his eyes, the door of the second bedroom was opened, and an indistinguishable beauty stood at the door, holding the door frame with one hand, with one leg slightly bent, seemingly making a very seductive gesture. Ignore the slightly dignified expression on the other side.

"Let's make it quick."

An Mo held his breath and smiled at the stunned people in the room.

Quick fight?

These four words echoed in Ling Han's mind, and then he silently replied: I'm afraid it won't be soon.

Girls who don't wear high heels often can't control quickly when they put on high heels suddenly, let alone An Mo who doesn't wear inner height.

When the lighting was ready, An Mo stood in front of the set background cloth, and Ling Han stood straighter in front of him.

The other party obviously has no experience in this kind of situation, especially An Mo. When facing him without reservation, whether it is a beautiful appearance or a dazzlingly white skin, Ling Han's brain cannot quickly think about the next step. Countermeasures.

Perhaps as a 'photographer', he should arrange for An Mo to pose for the photo, but...

He can't.

In the end, An Mo was the first to respond.

His legs were slightly spread apart, and after stabilizing, one leg moved forward and slightly bent, revealing faintly from the high fork of the cheongsam, his shoulders were opened back, and his arms were folded casually. This posture looks lazy There is also a bit of breathtaking charm.

"Don't pat my face." An Mo said softly, "Only pat my body."

In the next second, he saw Ling Han kneeling on one knee.

An Mo:?

Ling Han frowned, even though he was upset that the scene in front of him was about to be captured by the camera, but for the welfare of An Mo's fans, he still dutifully found the best shooting angle and started to take pictures.

This process was undoubtedly unbearable for Ling Han.

The handsome man became more and more proficient in posing, and began to teach himself without a teacher, showing elegance in his gestures, but the cheongsam on his body seduced people's desires, just like angels hovering on the edge of depravity, either pure or lustful. And intolerable.

"Just take a few photos of each pose." An Mo said, "I will pick a few photos at that time."

Ling Han became more and more uncomfortable. He always felt that all he was doing now was actually making wedding dresses for other people!

He put down the camera, his expression sank into the shadows, and walked towards An Mo mysteriously.

Step by step, stepping into the range of the background cloth, like a demon coming from the darkness, stretching out its claws to the helpless pure white angel.

However, the claws that could cut a person's throat didn't hurt the angel in the slightest. He cautiously and almost begged to try it, and caressed that beautiful cheek.

"Are you still filming?"

His voice is hoarse, and his eyes seem to be drawn to the best things in time and won't move away.

An Mo felt something was wrong, but he didn't want to push him away.

"To shoot."

The hand on the cheek went down, brushed over the slender neck, and tapped twice on the spine.The cold fingertips left a burning sensation. An Mo shrank his shoulders unconsciously. The man had an indifferent face, but his big hands went all the way down as if they had a separate soul.

"It's hollowed out." As if checking homework, Ling Leng pointed out the unique design of the cheongsam, "From the back waist, it's V-shaped, revealing your butterfly bones..."

Keep your fingers down until you touch two sunken dimples below your waist.

"And the waist."

There was an unnatural blush on An Mo's cheeks, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't reach in and touch it, you will never show it."

"Yeah." Ling Han raised his eyebrows, and instead of denying it, he responded calmly, "Do you want to shoot again?"

The big hands on the back faintly seemed to continue downward.

An Mo took a deep breath, "If you don't want me to shoot, you can just say so."

"If I tell you, you won't take pictures."

"No." An Mo deliberately followed him and confronted him, "Not only do I want to shoot, but I also want to shoot two more sets. As you said before, I want to make merchandise for fans, how about it?"

Backlash comes when it comes to it.

Ling Han narrowed his eyes, gathered his slender waist and pulled the belt in front of him. An Mo was sitting on the ground, but was moved forward by this force, and his forehead rested on Ling Han's chin.

"Hiss, your jaw is so hard."

"Sorry." Ling Han said, "But if you want to continue filming, let's film the back."

"..."

This is what the old color wholesale statement.

An Mo put on this cheongsam himself, how could he not know the design behind it?At first, he wanted to prevent his thighs from being exposed from the high fork, but after putting it on, the chilly feeling on his back instantly made him lower his standards——

It doesn't matter if you show your legs, but you must not show your back!

I thought that Ling Han couldn't bear it anymore and didn't want to take pictures of him, but he didn't expect that the other party directly touched the gate of life!

A muffled voice sounded from his arms, "I don't pat my back."

"Isn't it about presenting the best to the fans?"

"I think my legs are the best." An Mo raised his head slightly, looked at him provocatively, and said, "Mr. Ling, your current behavior makes me feel at a loss. What do you mean by holding me all the time?"

"Discuss photography skills." You come and go, and Ling Han can calmly fight a protracted battle with him.

An Mo chuckled: "The distance is a little too close, and..." The hand covering the left waist moved as if unwilling to be lonely, An Mo gritted his teeth, and said with a fake smile: "Are you Shouldn't you take your hands away?"

After a short silence, the big hand moved away, and the man kneeling in front of him like a mountain also took a step back.

"This is fine." Like the last live broadcast, Ling Han announced the end of the filming. He picked up the camera and took out the memory card in front of An Mo.

An Mo: "...Mr. Ling, that's my camera."

"Help people to the end." Ling Han raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, "I'll help you choose photos."

"I can do it myself."

Ling Han ignored his insistence, stood up, and stared at him condescendingly, his eyes locked on An Mo like wolf eyes emitting a faint green light in the deep forest.

"Do you need me to pick you up?"

An Mo took a deep breath and said, "No need."

The high heels seemed to be in conflict with his feet and the floor. In short, the process of standing was very strenuous, and when he stood up, the numb feeling on his legs made him lose his support instantly, and he fell into Ling Han's arms .

Ling Han, who had been motionless all this time, hugged him very naturally.

An Mo: "..."

It's hard not to suspect that he is calculating!

"Leg numb?" Ling Han looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Do you need me to hug you?"

Reason told An Mo that he should have more backbone, even if he was leaning on the wall to go back to the room step by step, he should not be hugged by this scheming man!

However, looking at the handsome face that was clearly teasing, An Mo suddenly hooked his lips, and raised his arms to wrap around the other's neck.

"Then I will trouble you, Linghan."

When you are angry, you are 'Mr. Ling', and when you are teasing you, your nickname is called with a smile.

When he was picked up, An Mo's heart trembled unconsciously. Without the calmness and arrogance he had just now, he breathed lightly and leaned stiffly in Ling Han's arms.

Ling Han's embrace made people feel at ease, every step he took was steady, as if he was offering the safest princess in the world to the person in his embrace.

The distance from the second bedroom to the master bedroom is very short, and it usually takes less than five seconds to walk there.However, this short distance made An Mo feel as if they had experienced a century together.

"Linghan..."

He didn't think about anything, he just wanted to call Ling Han by his name.

A muffled echo came from the top of his head, and the chest he was leaning on also vibrated accordingly.

"Ah."

An Mo pursed his lips. After entering the master bedroom, he suddenly remembered something and laughed out loud.

"What's wrong?" The person in his arms smiled so happily that Ling Han couldn't help asking.

After being put on the bed, An Mo smiled until the corners of his eyes watered. In front of Ling Han, he raised his hand and took off the pair of high heels that had tortured him for more than an hour.

"Obviously you can take off your shoes before leaving." He said with emotion, not knowing whether it was for himself or Ling Han.

Ling Han was silent for a few seconds, and then let out a laugh, the edges and corners between his brows and eyes seemed to be smoothed, and the gentle soft light shone in from nowhere, and was trapped in that small world again.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if a sweet flower was blooming in their hearts, releasing a charming fragrance that would fill the entire room.

After an unknown amount of time, An Mo restrained his smile, and Ling Han's appearance was reflected in those softly shining eyes.

"Mr. Ling."

He yelled, obviously feeling the man startled.

"I don't know if you believe in love at second sight..." An Mo blinked and said, "If I asked you now, would you try dating me, how would you answer?"

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