The inn has a photographer specialized in taking pictures for tourists, charging a hundred yuan for each.
Talia asked the photographer for help, "Sir, please use our cara."
Big Brother took the cara that Talia handed over and glanced at it, showing surprise in his eyes, "Wow, you guys are professionals, aren’t you? This cara isn’t cheap. I considered buying it before but found it too expensive to afford."
Talia smiled, "Just a hobby."
Big Brother laughed heartily, "This is my dream cara! I’ll definitely take a lot of good shots for you."
Talia smiled politely, "Thank you."
"Co, stand over here; this angle is best, it captures the snowy mountains in the background."
Big Brother directed their position eagerly and even taught them to pose, "Handso guy, just a bit to the left, yes, there, and beautiful lady, lift your chin slightly, yes, just like that."
The photographer sighed as he shot, "It truly is a great device! The pixel quality is surreal! Truly you get what you pay for; I must save up for one!"
"Co, let’s switch poses and take a few more pictures."
The photographer raised his head from behind the cara and smiled at Adrian Jennings, familiarly saying, "Young man, you and your girlfriend look so good, like celebrities. I feel like these shots could be on magazine covers."
Adrian Jennings was in a great mood today, unusually interacting with the stranger, "Thanks."
He glanced at Ethan Grant, standing behind the photographer with a dark face, giving a triumphant smile, tightened his grip on Talia, and felt even happier.
Ethan Grant watched the couple savoring their affection, his heart faintly aching.
He didn’t want to torture himself further, turning away to leave.
Adrian Jennings smirked.
For the photographer, touching his dream cara for the first ti was like an addiction; he enthusiastically took many shots for them.
After half an hour, the photographer reluctantly returned the cara to Adrian Jennings.
"Handso guy, I’ll only charge you for two photos today, the rest are freebies for letting experience such a cara."
Adrian Jennings opened the cara to review the photos, "You took quite a lot."
"Let see, let see," Talia leaned over to view them together, "The photographer’s technique is really good; look how beautifully these photos turned out."
Talia looked up at the photographer, "Sir, you should charge us appropriately; it’s not easy running a small business, and it’s your livelihood. We wouldn’t want to take advantage."
Her words made the photographer feel sowhat ashad.
Charging a hundred yuan per photo at tourist spots isn’t cheap, rarely having victims fall for it.
They not only didn’t use his equipnt but provided superior equipnt. Initially, the couple requested ten photos, but he, delighted by the cara, snapped forty to fifty shots. If charged at a hundred per photo, wouldn’t that total four to five thousand?
This wouldn’t do, too excessive; he couldn’t exploit them just because they appeared wealthy.
The photographer, having a conscience, hurriedly waved, "No need, no need, I snapped forty to fifty shots. Charging a hundred per photo would be far too expensive for you. So, you’ll pay for the ten we agreed on, a thousand yuan."
Big Brother produced a paynt code.
Adrian Jennings scanned it.
In the next instant, Big Brother saw five thousand yuan credited to his phone, eyes widening, "Did you input the wrong amount, handso guy? I’ll refund the excess."
"No mistake." Adrian calmly pocketed his phone, "I never take advantage of others."
Big Brother was both surprised and delighted inside; this gentleman is truly affluent; what a day to encounter a benefactor.
Talia smiled sweetly, "Thank you, sir, for your efforts; save up to buy your cara."
"I should be thanking you, truly living Buddhas, thank you, thank you," Big Brother repeatedly bowed and lowered his head in thanks, "May you have eternal harmony!"
"Thank you."
After leaving the inn, they took a stroll around the local market nearby. Talia bought many handmade local trinkets, intending to gift them to Yvonne Coleman, Winter Donovan, and Claire Yorick.
...
Late night, snow falling heavily, peaceful and silent.
By the window.
Adrian Jennings’ passionate kisses landed finely like raindrops.
Talia was dizzy from the kisses.
The warmth inside the room caused mist to form on the floor-to-ceiling windows, where Talia propped her hands, leaving handprints.
...
Afterward.
Talia felt weak and sore all over, too exhausted to move.
"Thank you, Adrian."
Adrian Jennings carried Talia horizontally and walked towards the bathroom, "Thank for what?"
Talia gently bit her lip, "Also thank you for always being by my side, giving unique favor, granting such a wonderful love."
When facing Selina Hughes and Grandma Jennings, he always chose her, stood by her.
Talia confessed genuinely, sowhat sentintal, "Adrian, do you know? You’re really different from Ethan Grant."
Adrian Jennings wasn’t upset by her ntioning "Ethan Grant," just asked gently, "How so?"
While speaking, Adrian Jennings had already carried Talia to the bathroom.
The bathroom was also heated, keeping the ceramic bathtub warm even in winter.
Adrian gently placed her in the bathtub, running warm water.
Talia lazily leaned against the bathtub edge, "Specifically, in my heart, you’re really different from Ethan Grant. Even though I dated Ethan Grant before, I never felt possessive over him, nor enjoyed close contact. But with you, Adrian, I have intense possessiveness over you; I want to hide you away and privately own you."
Adrian finished running the warm water, stepped into the bathtub.
He took a towel, soaked it, and gently washed Talia’s smooth skin.
Hearing Talia speak this way, Adrian was quite pleased, smirked, eyes lighting up, "How intense is the possessiveness?"
Talia mumbled quietly, "I already said... want to hide you away and privately own you."
"Mm." The man lowered his eyes, his emotions hidden, but his slightly upturned lips betrayed him.
"Talia." Adrian called softly.
"Mm? What is it?"
"Do you like ?"
Talia responded without a trace of hesitation, "Of course, very much."
Adrian asked again, "How much is ’very much’?"
Talia tilted her head and thought.
After a while, she looked up to et Adrian’s gaze, seriously saying, "Very much, the most, only you; no one else can replace you in my heart."
Adrian’s deep eyes rippled with waves.
Moved, the man lowered his head, kissed Talia’s lips.
Things got out of hand.
Talia bit her lip, closed her eyes, and enjoyed.
The water rippled endlessly, refusing to calm for a long ti.
...
The two of them frolicked in the bathroom for quite a while before coming out.
Talia had gained so dark red marks that peeked through even as she wore a bathrobe.
She pouted in annoyance, "Why do you have to leave kiss marks everywhere? How will I face people tomorrow?"
Adrian chuckled, "It’s winter; you can wear turtleneck sweaters and scarves, no need to worry."
"Hmph."
Adrian carried Talia out of the bathroom.
As soon as they stepped out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
One ring after another, showing how urgent the person outside was.
"At this hour, who could it be?" Talia wondered.
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