The man sohow produced a diamond necklace in his hand. He wrapped his arm around Lin Yixun’s neck, intending to put it on her.
Seeing Lin Yixun instinctively trying to dodge, the man tightly gripped her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don’t move!"
His words seed to have a magical power, making Lin Yixun’s feet unable to move even an inch. She let him place the diamond necklace around her neck.
The man leaned slightly forward, resting his neck on her shoulder and circling her waist from behind. He noticed Lin Yixun’s whole body tensed like a taut string but didn’t push him away. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up in a pleased smile.
He gazed intently at Lin Yixun in the mirror, his voice soft in her ear, "Look, Lin Yixun, deep down, you don’t really hate as much as you think."
Her body had been hurt before, so it might instinctively resist, but what about her heart?
Leng Yixiu’s eyes were too sharp; he could see into her soul, understand her deepest thoughts, and then thodically dismantle the fortress she’d built from hatred layer by layer.
Just as Lin Yixun’s mind was a chaotic ss, the man suddenly released her, stepping back from behind her. He walked out of the dressing room, leaving Lin Yixun staring dumbfounded at the diamond necklace on her neck, her thoughts in disarray.
Lin Yixun didn’t know what would remain between her and Leng Yixiu if even hatred no longer existed.
She forced herself to calm down, to think of nothing, and followed the staff into the studio. Leng Yixiu had already been waiting there, his face still cold, but his features were much softer than usual.
As Lin Yixun entered, the photographer picked up the cara and said to them, "Shall we begin?"
So, Lin Yixun and Leng Yixiu started posing with the assistant’s help. For Lin Yixun, it was a bit difficult; she never liked taking photos and felt her limbs had nowhere to go in front of the cara.
Compared to Lin Yixun’s awkwardness, Leng Yixiu was much more at ease. No, his performance was almost on par with top models. Even in casual poses, the shots could be used for posters.
It was the first ti Lin Yixun realized Leng Yixiu had the potential to be a model. With his tall and cool deanor, entering the fashion world, he could easily beco a favorite of famous designers.
Seeing Lin Yixun staring at him in a daze, the man couldn’t help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking it’s a pity you don’t beco a model."
The man chuckled at her words, "That’s a good idea. Who knows, I might catch President Shi’s eye and make you take in."
Leng Yixiu’s joke made the photographer laugh, thinking, so the Cold-faced Yama could joke too. Who would’ve thought that Leng’s head could be so humorous.
Seeing the photographer and his assistant holding back their laughter, Lin Yixun’s cheeks heated up. She glared at Leng Yixiu, "A dignified head of Leng’s as a model, I can’t handle it."
As they exchanged words, Lin Yixun found her body not as stiff as before. However, the photographer’s instructions made her a bit embarrassed.
"Miss Shi, please lean your face on Mr. Leng’s shoulder, like this."
"Miss Shi, please move your face closer to Mr. Leng’s, then tilt your chin up a bit. Mr. Leng, hold Miss Leng’s face with both hands and kiss Miss Shi’s forehead."
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