By nine o’clock, the studio staff had mostly arrived. Lin “Aerogel” Yue Shu also got to meet the legendary photographer. How to describe him? He looked like a steamed potato, dropped on the ground, squashed, and then rolled back into shape. Lin Yue Shu thought to himself, from the highest quality boss to a monkey in human skin, and now to black pepper mashed potatoes, the original author’s conscience was gradually disappearing.
As he was deep in thought, something caught his eye. He looked up sharply to see a tall figure with sexy long legs walking into the studio. Those broad shoulders, narrow waist, those impossibly long legs, and hair as silky as silk—Huo Yi Sen, you came to see me after all.
Lin Yue Shu crossed his legs, watching the man’s back. Today, Huo Yi Sen seemed different from usual. He was always in formal attire, looking all serious, but today was different. He wore a snow-white satin suit-style shirt, exuding a Byzantine noble elegance, with a scarf embroidered with iron orchid patterns tied into a long bunny ear knot, subtly covering the deep V-neck that hinted at his muscular lines.
Lin Yue Shu’s smile widened. What a tease.
After finishing his black tea, the staff brought over a jewelry set box and called him over: “This is your audition jewelry set for today. Go to the dressing room, put on the accessories, and head to the studio.”
With that, the staff turned and left, as if making some kind of decision. Lin Yue Shu took the box to the dressing room, opened it, admired the layered necklaces, and recalled the original text. The original character, who initially resisted, eventually succumbed to the photographer’s skilled bondage play.
Time ticked by, the photographer was already fiddling with the camera, and Huo Xiao was still focused on the script, while the secretary kept chattering: “Ha, really thinks he’s a big shot, making us wait so long.”
“Swish—!” Huo Xiao turned a page, the sound of the paper was cold and restless.
Half an hour passed, and just as the assistant was about to lose it, someone knocked on the door cautiously. The photographer impatiently said, “Come in,” only to see Lin Yue Shu looking the same as when he left.
Huo Xiao, on the other hand, kept his head down, uninterested in anything.
Seeing Lin Yue Shu come in empty-handed, the photographer got angry: “Where’s the audition jewelry provided by the brand? Did you eat it?”
Lin Yue Shu tightly hugged his body, looking down, appearing very reserved.
“If you can shoot, shoot; if not, get lost.” The photographer held back his scolding. His expensive lens was always aimed at top stars on screen, shooting a nobody was a desecration of his Leica apo.
Lin Yue Shu’s gaze subtly swept over the man pretending to read “documents” beside him, secretly amused. Good brother, better zip up your pants in advance.
Lin Yue Shu bit his lower lip and slowly took off his clothes.
Photographer: ?
Photographer: !!!
In front of him, the naked body was left with only a pair of snow-white underpants, and those dazzling necklaces, who would have thought they could be used like this! Intertwined, knotted, loosely binding the flesh, the same silver-white brightness, indistinguishable from one another.
Lin Yue Shu supported himself on the sofa, slowly easing his body into it. On the burgundy sofa, embedded in a snow-white body, perhaps the skin was too thin, faint blue veins were vaguely visible, bound by the silver-bright jewelry, rubbed until the buds were about to bloom.
“Damn… I… damn…” the photographer muttered in a daze, forgetting where the shutter was, cleverly hiding the word “want.”
A supreme compliment from an illiterate, attracting the attention of others.
Huo Xiao heard a curse, his eyebrows lifted. Annoyance, indifference, couldn’t beat the Chinese love for a spectacle.
“Swish, swish—” The paper he was holding paused for a moment, blown away by the wind.
In his pitch-black pupils, two cold white light spots were reflected for a long time.
Huo Xiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
The assistant rolled his eyes at the scene: Another one! You guys from the eighteenth line can’t get famous without clinging to someone, right? You’ve got it wrong, my Huo teacher has kept his virginity for twenty-eight years because you eighteenth liners are incompetent! Incompetent!
Lin Yue Shu held that pose for a long time, tired, propping his chin with one hand, smilingly asked: “Photographer, do you have any questions?”
The photographer finally came to his senses, his legs subtly closing.
After a while, he turned his head, seriously said to Huo Xiao: “Sorry, Mr. Huo, I think maybe your presence is too strong here, making the newcomer nervous and unable to let go. Perhaps you could move to the lounge first, and when the photos are ready, we would appreciate your feedback.”
Huo Xiao didn’t even look at him, his chin raised high, exuding an overbearing aura.
“First you ask me to come, then you ask me to leave, are you making fun of me?” Huo Xiao’s voice was low, with a tone somewhat similar to Huo Yi Sen.
The photographer cursed under his breath, “Damn,” frustrated at not being able to enjoy the easy prey, but he didn’t dare to challenge Huo Xiao, so he could only smile apologetically: “I offended you, please rest here.”
With that, the photographer got up with his camera, his legs stiff as if frozen, walking awkwardly out.
“Click, click, click, click!” The shutter was almost smoking, the lens getting closer and closer, almost in Lin Yue Shu’s face.
“Change your pose, open up a bit more.”
“Like this?”
The slender white legs gently spread apart, like soft tofu rippling with waves.
“Click, click, click, click!”
Sooner or later, the camera’s memory would be full, the photographer had no reason to keep peeping, his flounder-like eyes wickedly darted around: “That’s about it, Mr. Lin, please move to the lounge, let’s discuss this shoot.”
Lin Yue Shu gazed at him for a long time, then smiled, casually grabbed his clothes, and went to the lounge.
As soon as he entered, the photographer squeezed in, mysteriously closing the door.
“Mr. Lin~” The photographer rubbed his hands lewdly, “Actually, I’m an outsourced photographer hired by Alder Jewelry, but they’re stingy and won’t cover the photography costs, so they told me to ask you for it.”
Lin Yue Shu sighed inwardly. The lines were exactly the same as the original text, the author had lost his mind for the sake of the erotic service.
Lin Yue Shu smiled: “I understand the rules, how much?”
“One hundred thousand.”
“Is your camera made of gold, or are you made of gold?”
The photographer, adhering to the principle of never watering down the text, instantly revealed his true colors: “No money? Then pay with your body!”
“If you keep this up, I’ll call out,” Lin Yue Shu said seriously.
“Heh, go ahead, everyone here has seen the world, they won’t do anything unprofitable, even if you scream your lungs out…”
“Mm-hmm~ Don’t do this, don’t do this! Ah, no, no!” Lin Yue Shu shook his long legs, shouting loudly at the door.
He was expressionless, with a hint of perfunctory, in a sense, he was also a workhorse, and the workhorse’s life creed—never waste energy on irrelevant NPCs.
The photographer was dumbfounded: “I haven’t even…”
“Big brother, what are you doing, ah, no, don’t touch me, I’ve called the police~”
The photographer’s hands froze in mid-air, suddenly at a loss. At this point, should I go in or not?
As he pondered fruitlessly, there was a loud “bang,” the lounge door slammed against the wall and bounced back, finally held firmly by a large hand with bulging veins.
Lin Yue Shu was overjoyed, looking towards the door.
A tall figure hidden in the shadows, surrounded by a thick black aura.
“Sorry, I suddenly remembered I left something here.” The low, cold voice was like a plucked string, suppressing emotions.
The photographer stood like a stone sculpture, not daring to move.
The man came in, pretending to search for something, and Lin Yue Shu took the opportunity to jump off the table and run away.
Going home was out of the question, he squatted along the wall, right on the path to the parking lot—he had already scouted it out last night.
The heavy, steady footsteps grew closer, Lin Yue Shu quietly turned his head to see the tall figure slowly emerging from the darkness.
He took a deep breath, his body starting to tremble.
The footsteps stopped beside him.
“Lin Shu Yue?” The man’s voice was deep.
Lin Yue Shu rolled his eyes, trembling even more: “My name is Lin Yue Shu…”
“The photographer is on his way here, what are you planning to do?” The man continued to ask.
“I don’t know… I don’t have a car, I, I…”
“Coincidentally, I need to go near your house, get up.”
“You know where I live?”
“……”
Lin Yue Shu looked at him, waiting for a reasonable answer. He couldn’t help but find it amusing, this self-proclaimed noble man was already speaking without thinking.
“Get up first.” The man’s tone was clearly impatient, or rather, suppressing his frustration.
“I, my legs are weak…” Lin Yue Shu pouted, hugging his weak and helpless self.
A heavy sigh came from above, and the next second, a pair of warm, cool hands slipped under his back, lifting him up by the legs.
Being carried horizontally, Lin Yue Shu was satisfied.
He greedily inhaled the scent of Huo Yi Sen.
Hmm? Changed cologne? Rather than a cologne scent, it was more like a bitter tobacco smell.
But whichever it was, Lin Yue Shu liked it.
Being carried into the car, Lin Yue Shu was puzzled again.
Hmm? Changed cars too? This flamboyant Aston Martin seemed a bit mismatched with Huo Yi Sen’s fake serious demeanor.
In the dimly lit underground parking lot, Lin Yue Shu kept his head down, clutching his pants tightly, his hands still shaking.
“Thank you, Representative Huo, for saving me again.” He murmured, fearful and uneasy.
Huo Xiao lightly propped his head with one hand, looking down at the trembling little creature.
Representative Huo? Referring to his position as a representative of the Film Association? Interesting, it was the first time someone called him that.
Seeing Lin Yue Shu still shivering in the heated car, Huo Xiao asked nonchalantly: “Cold?”
“Mm…”
Huo Xiao had no coat, so he didn’t respond. But he saw Lin Yue Shu blowing warm air into his hands, rubbing them together.
Huo Xiao chuckled softly, as a fellow actor, even without any signs of acting, he knew full well.
He pulled Lin Yue Shu into his arms, his long fingers gently caressing the delicate, snow-white nape.
The lines were beautiful, smooth, like kneading a piece of tender tofu.
“Still cold?” Huo Xiao asked.
Lin Yue Shu closed his eyes, his lashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on his eyelids.
“Mm…”
Huo Xiao leaned against the car window, propping his chin with one hand, his dark, damp eyes like a wolf eyeing its prey.
Then, his large hand slid down Lin Yue Shu’s back, his ring finger subtly lifting the hem, slowly tracing along the thin side waist, upward, upward.
Lin Yue Shu kept his eyes closed, suddenly his body trembled violently.
He bit his lower lip tightly, his lashes fluttering, as erratic and rapid as his breathing.
“Representative Huo…” Lin Yue Shu hesitated a bit.
The person who always loved to pretend to be serious, how come today he didn’t bother to put on an act?
Although Lin Yue Shu was in a hurry, he couldn’t rush things now.
If he let Huo Yi Sen have his way every time, moving forward, cheap goods were never cherished; stepping back, if he gave in too soon, wouldn’t it make it easy for those monkey-headed pig-brained people to have their way?
Lin Yue Shu suddenly raised his hand, pressing down hard on the other’s mischievous hand, pushing it away.
Huo Xiao withdrew his hand, resting it on his thigh, tapping lightly, savoring a certain softness.
“Representative Huo, I’ll head back first, I need to quickly figure out a way to get some money.” Lin Yue Shu threw out his plan again.
“What money.” Huo Xiao was intrigued, leaning closer to his face, subtly sniffing his scent.
“The photographer said the company won’t cover today’s audition costs, I have to figure it out myself.” Lin Yue Shu didn’t lie.
“So he wanted to ****.” Huo Xiao said nonchalantly.
Lin Yue Shu’s forehead twitched. What was this person saying, how come he wasn’t elegant at all today?
He buried his head lower, his voice like a bird’s soft chirp: “Don’t say that…”
Huo Xiao snorted, his knee nudging Lin Yue Shu’s thigh, asking: “How much, I’ll give it to you.”
Lin Yue Shu’s goal wasn’t money: “No need, you’ve already helped me a lot, I can get the money myself.”
“How do you plan to get it?” Huo Xiao persistently asked.
“Live streaming, I thought about it, to gather a hundred thousand in a short time, regular work won’t do, but live streaming might have some potential.”
Huo Xiao asked: “What’s your streaming room number?”
“601237. I’ll send it to you again when I get back, if you’re willing to support, I’ll…” Lin Yue Shu stopped mid-sentence.
“What then.”
Lin Yue Shu looked up and smiled: “I’ll read the comments to thank you.”
Huo Xiao: “…”
Author’s Note: ———————-