Oh, dear! Fish me again

Chapter 141 Lips Are Jealous

The Champs-Elysées, just by listening to its name, is a typical petty-bourgeois literary and artistic district of this era.

There are camphor trees planted on both sides of the road. The street is particularly spacious but there are not many cars. The shops on the street are decorated in black, white and gray, with incomprehensible signs hanging on the doors.

This wealthy area with tall buildings seems prosperous, but in fact it does not have much human touch.

Tang Shu got out of the taxi and walked on this unfamiliar street for more than ten minutes, but still felt very uncomfortable.

She prefers places like the old town. Although it is cramped, noisy and a bit dirty, it is full of the atmosphere of life and will not make people feel too lonely.

In front of me is a four or five-story building, pitch black, with a huge metal logo hanging on the building: *** Photography Space, this is it.

As soon as they entered the door, two staff members ran down from upstairs and looked at Tang Shu with amazement.

"I'm so sorry,"

The staff member was very humble and asked awkwardly, "Are you here on the third floor to take the final photos for the movie? I don't have any record of you here... Why are you here alone..."

It seems that I recognized the wrong person and mistook her for a female celebrity in the circle.

Tang Shu smiled and shook her head, "Hello, I'm here to look for Ming Ye."

"Oh!"

The staff then realized that they had made a mistake.

"We're shooting on the underground first floor tomorrow night. Do you need me to lead the way?"

"No need, I can go down by myself."

Going down the hollow black iron staircase, there is a huge studio on the underground first floor.

A bedroom set was set up in the middle, and the photographer and staff were busy running back and forth.

Tang Shu asked someone and found Qian Mingye's private dressing room, then pushed the door open and walked in.

"Ok?"

In the dressing room, a silver-haired man wearing only a bathrobe looked at me coldly in the mirror, his face showing impatience at being disturbed.

But when he saw it was Tang Shu, his expression changed instantly.

The man curled his lips into a smile, put his hands casually on the edge of the dressing table, and turned around.

"Sister, you're so slow~"

*

Qian Mingye is such a monster.

He should have already put on his makeup, a very light one that didn't overshadow his gorgeous facial features, with the focus being on his cheeks and nose, with a large area of ​​dark pink rouge applied.

It made his whole face look like he was drunk, with a strong sense of spring.

I don't know where this yukata was found, but it's too big and still baggy on Qian Mingye's body, who is over 185cm tall.

He was definitely not wearing any clothes inside. He just tied his waist casually with a belt. His collar was wide open, and his chest muscles and abdominal muscles were clearly visible.

Tang Shu swallowed and looked away.

He calmly closed the door.

I casually asked, "What are you going to shoot dressed like this?"

Qian Mingye sat on the chair, reached out his long arm, and pulled Tang Shu onto his lap.

"It's the magazine cover photo, "Beauty", have you seen it, Shushu?"

"No...no~"

Tang Shu wanted to get out of his arms, but Qian Mingye's arm was across her waist, with no intention of letting go.

She turned around and glared at the man.

"Didn't you ask me to be your assistant? What do I need to do?"

Qian Mingye moved closer and stared into her eyes with a smile.

Finally let go.

He stood up, pushed Tang Shu to sit on the chair, slowly untied the belt around her waist, and approached her.

"The shooting style of the beauty magazine is quite revealing. I will be almost naked in a while... There will be a lot of physical contact, and I need the help of an assistant, so this job must be given to Shushu..."

He took a box of rhinestones and glue from the dressing table, handed it to Tang Shu, and pointed at his waistline.

"Assistant sister, please help me put on the rhinestones first~"

"....good."

*

Qian Mingye was too close, but he still felt it was not close enough, so he took Tang Shu's hand and pulled her forward.

"Sister, how can you stick it so accurately when you are so far away?"

His entire abdominal muscles were within reach, and the belt seemed like it was about to fall apart. I was really afraid that something terrible would be revealed.

The conditions in the studio were simple. Even the best separate dressing room was only separated by wooden boards, and the footsteps and voices of the staff could be clearly heard outside the door.

Smelling the warm skin, Tang Shu bit her lower lip unconsciously and stuck the seven or eight rhinestones on.

She blushed and moved her chair back, looking up at Qian Mingye.

Silver hair, half-naked, silver earrings on the earlobes... and sparkling diamonds on the mermaid string...

Very lewd, what kind of indecent magazine is this...

Seeing her staring at him in a daze, the man chuckled.

"You can touch it if you like."

"Where did I say I liked it..."

Tang Shu lowered her eyes guiltily, not daring to look the man in the eye.

Ever since some complicated stories happened between him and Qian Mingye on Xiangshan Mountain, controlled by the plot, the relationship between the two has become a little awkward.

"Huh? What is this?"

She accidentally glanced under the rhinestones and saw a white thread at the waist of the shaky bathrobe.

Using an excuse to change the ambiguous atmosphere, Tang Shu moved closer, grabbed the thread end and pulled it hard.

"Well."

The man in front of him uttered a muffled hum.

"Shushu, you...it hurts..."

"Ok?"

Tang Shu looked up in confusion and saw an even more ambiguous expression on Qian Mingye's face.

She realized it later and picked up the "thread" in her hand to look at it.

It's not a thread, it's a curly, neither long nor short, 'hair'.

This is actually...

"Why is it white?" she asked in surprise.

Qian Mingye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips and smiled.

"Did you really not notice when your sister was on the mountain?"

"what?"

"My silver hair is not dyed..."

Tang Shu covered her mouth in surprise, "All the hair is silver-white..."

"Want to see it?" he asked.

Tang Shu swallowed again and her eyes stopped on the belt of her yukata.

Very curious, want to see...

Boom boom boom!

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door behind me, interrupting the atmosphere.

The photographer opened the door.

"Are you ready for tomorrow night? We can start shooting..."

Then, he saw Qian Mingye's face and his eyes lit up.

"That's the state! It feels like being loved deeply. It's so good!"

*

Start shooting for magazine covers.

The set designer is also a genius. He placed the bed, bathtub, sofa covered with white fur and other things in one space. Even though the light is bright to the point of blinding, it still feels somewhat ambiguous.

Qian Mingye took off her yukata and sat on the sofa wearing only her underwear. The photographer asked her to tilt her head back, letting her silver hair fall.

Then start adjusting various lights and angles.

"No, it's not sexy enough!" The photographer thought for a moment, "Ming Ye still looks too clean like this! Let's try adding a lip print below the collarbone!"

There is such a good thing, and all the women present are eager to try it.

But of course, this work was finally completed by Tang Shu.

The makeup artist picked out a bright-colored lipstick and applied it on Tang Shu's lips.

"Wait, this is the price..."

Qian Mingye lifted Tang Shu's chin, took the lipstick and helped her apply it personally, attentively and gently.

"Okay sister, it's your turn now."

Looking at Tang Shu kissing his collarbone, he closed his eyes in unbearable pain.

“This is the right state!”

The photographer immediately raised his camera and started shooting professionally.

After a while, it stopped again.

"Where's the beautiful assistant from before? Can you please go again and leave two more lip prints?"

Tang Shu nodded and walked over with a red face.

There was a hastily drawn cute lip print on the chest and waist.

But the photographer's demands became more and more excessive.

The more he shot, the more addicted he became, as if he had met his muse and couldn't stop.

Finally, he said to Qian Mingye,

"Ming Ye! Can you give me some physiological reactions?"

The silver-haired man raised an eyebrow and slowly sat up straight.

Everyone's expression changed, thinking that he would definitely lose his temper.

Qian Mingye curled his lips and smiled, looking straight at Tang Shu, raised his hand to touch the lip mark on his collarbone, and slowly closed his eyes.

An indescribable obsession appeared on his face.

It also gave the photographer the reaction he wanted.

The female staff members beside her blushed, not daring to look, but unable to see enough...

Wait, the male staff also...

This monster!

...

*

After two hours, the cover was finally shot.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Mingye."

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

The silver-haired man put on his yukata again, looking normal and very professional.

Then, he took his assistant and quickly walked into the dressing room.

As soon as the door closed, Tang Shu fell into his arms.

Qian Mingye carried her to the dressing table, and the last trace of clarity in his eyes disappeared.

With his hands on either side of her body, he leaned forward and whispered in a low voice,

"Sister, my lips are jealous...I want to kiss you too..."

Then he kissed her without letting her refuse.

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