Song Qianqian walked to the desk and dragged out the box. Her tone remained cold. “You don’t have to go this far for me. I know you don’t like doing these things. If you don’t want to do it, I won’t force you. You can leave.”
Song Qianqian felt that Su Junmo’s feelings were a burden.
Too troublesome.
Why pretend to be poor just to get close to her?
She would never be able to return his feelings.
Su Junmo didn’t move. He knew Song Qianqian was acting awkward again.
The words “won’t force you” were her dignity.
She liked to play, but also liked to pretend to be upright.
For someone like her, he only needed to show that he also enjoyed the game.
Su Junmo stepped forward and gently held her wrist. On her wrist was a watch worth 3 million yuan.
Su Junmo also had one. Shen Wanwan had given it to him. Only two existed in the world.
He carefully moved his hand below the watch and interlocked his fingers with hers.
Such an expensive watch. If it got scratched, she wouldn’t make him pay for it, right?
Su Junmo thought cautiously.
Song Qianqian’s heart tightened.
Su Junmo really liked her.
He suddenly interlocked fingers with her without warning.
He must be trying to get closer to her.
Such a low-level trick.
She wanted to shake him off, but before she could—
Su Junmo had already guided her hand to his neck. His eyes curved into a smile, like countless stars. “I’m not being forced. I’m willing. As long as it’s what you want, anything is fine.”
As long as you pay, anything is fine.
But to Song Qianqian, it sounded like a confession.
Su Junmo was willing to humble himself so much for her?
Her cold, beautiful face showed an unfamiliar expression. Her waterfall-like black hair made her seem distant, but her gaze became more scrutinizing.
She studied him carefully.
Su Junmo had slightly curved peach blossom eyes, thin double eyelids, and upturned corners. When he looked at her, he seemed deeply affectionate.
In reality, he was just thinking.
He had once been told that his eyes looked affectionate even when looking at a dog.
Under that gaze, Song Qianqian turned her face away. “Then don’t regret it. This is your choice.”
She wasn’t a good person.
She had already played with his body. She didn’t want to play with his heart too.
But he refused to leave.
At worst, she would treat him better afterward.
Su Junmo was confused.
They had agreed long ago. 50,000 yuan per shoot.
Of course he was willing.
“Yes, I’m willing.”
He repeated it.
Was she getting dementia at such a young age?
Her memory was so bad.
He should suggest she visit a hospital someday. What if she forgot the contract terms?
Song Qianqian sighed internally.
As expected.
He really liked her.
It was inevitable.
Her gaze became complicated. She finally opened the box. “We’ll shoot another set. I want it for my collection.”
Su Junmo looked inside.
His mouth twitched.
Tears nearly fell.
It was a custom set with a rose and thorn theme.
From top to bottom.
Inside and out.
A full set.
Song Qianqian returned to her previous state. Her movements became gentler.
Since Su Junmo liked her, she would treat him better.
Maybe she could even date him later.
Before graduation, her love life was her own choice.
She took out a rose crown and placed it on his head.
Then came a bright red rose to hold between his lips.
Su Junmo’s eye twitched. He hesitated, glanced at the rest of the equipment, then leaned his face against her pale arm, showing a troubled expression.
Song Qianqian played with the rose casually. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s too much. It costs extra.”
He counted.
Usually only two or three items.
Today there were more than ten.
That required extra payment.
Song Qianqian’s gaze became complicated.
He was pretending again.
Pretending to love money to hide his feelings.
Was he afraid she would discover his feelings and drive him away?
He was so insecure.
She decided to comfort him. “Fine. Extra pay. Double the usual. 100,000 yuan today.”
She didn’t care about money.
Su Junmo immediately smiled.
He liked generous clients.
Song Qianqian carefully decorated him.
A dark red collar.
Roses wrapped around him.
Withered roses.
Fresh roses.
Thorns.
Su Junmo’s pale skin contrasted sharply with the red.
His figure was excellent.
He looked like a prince trapped in roses.
A work of art.
Song Qianqian was satisfied. She kept taking photos.
Su Junmo lay there, nearly falling asleep.
He truly didn’t understand this so-called art.
He only knew it was perverted.
But thinking of the 100,000 yuan, he felt it wasn’t perverted enough.
Maybe he could go further.
He regretted not being more extreme.
He might have earned more.
Out of boredom, he admired Song Qianqian’s figure.
She truly was the dream goddess of most male students.
A flawless face.
Cold and abstinent expression.
Natural black hair.
Perfect curves.
Her tight skirt looked like it was modeled.
She attracted attention everywhere.
Her high heels.
Her long hair.
Her mature aura.
With a gesture, countless men would be willing to serve her.
Yet she was perverted.
Always talking about art.
Their meeting began in freshman year.
Back then, he had a good impression of her.
Beautiful and talented.
She was filming a short film and needed an actor to play a bullied boy.
That day, Su Junmo had just returned from Shen Wanwan.
He had been mocked by her friend and threatened by her pursuer.
They shoved him around and tore his expensive clothes.
How could he tolerate that?
He suspected they just wanted to see his body.
So he punched himself twice and asked Shen Wanwan for 300,000 yuan in medical fees.
She was silent.
Then sent him 500,000 yuan.
Su Junmo entered Song Qianqian’s camera with injuries on his face.
She was instantly amazed.
He was perfect for the role.
He got the part.
Because she paid him.
He became her artwork.
Because she paid him.
After finishing, Song Qianqian removed the equipment.
Su Junmo put on his shirt and saw the red marks on his neck in the mirror.
He frowned slightly.
Song Qianqian walked up behind him, holding concealer. “I’ll cover it. It won’t affect your afternoon class.”