The pink bath towel was on the verge of falling. She had no choice but to support her chest with one hand. The position of kneeling on his lap inevitably exposed everything below her waist to the light.
She was angry and embarrassed. She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, not daring to speak.
The pair of large hands that had just separated her legs did not leave the middle and reached deep into her body.
At the same time, his other hand left her waist. She cried out in surprise and had no choice but to hook her arms around his neck. Her chin was gently lifted. Her eyes were like water as she stared at his handsome features.
Tonight was surprisingly gentle.
Even those cold and hard edges seemed to have turned into gentle lines.
"Did you feel it?"
He asked.
Ye Huanyan was stunned for a second. She quickly realized that the feeling he was talking about was a certain place …
Suddenly, her face burned again.
That night, Ling Han was surprisingly gentle. He gently breathed in her ear and gently went in and out. There was only a long period of pleasure and no trace of pain. He did not say any humiliating words. This made Ye Huanyan feel that this was a dream that left no trace when she woke up.
Late at night, that fair face did not have any makeup. It was missing the fierceness in the company during the day.
It also looked thin and weak.
Ling Han lifted the blanket and covered her shoulders. He smoothed her hair from her neck and put it aside to let her sleep more comfortably.
In this state between them, he did not know how to go further.
Take it slow.
The next day.
When Ye Huanyan woke up, the bedside was still warm.
The smell that belonged to him in the air proved that this was not a dream. She got out of bed absent-mindedly, changed her clothes, washed up, and went downstairs to eat.
Ling Han had already left.
It was not a dream, but it also felt like a dream.
Her messy thoughts kept her in a daze as she left the house.
It was not until she squeezed into the subway and was stepped on that she felt a little more awake.
Life had not changed. Whether it was a dream or not didn't make much of a difference.
Today's shoot was in Pleasure's own studio.
Back then, Sheng Anran had requested to move the indoor shoot to Pleasure's own studio. Without even thinking about it, it was obvious what was going on. It was nothing more than wanting to get closer to Ling Han and find an excuse to meet him in between shoots.
After Ye Huanyan arrived, she first tidied up the set. Not long after, the main character appeared on stage.
In terms of work, she was indeed a dedicated person and did not put on airs.
At the request of the photographer, Sheng Anran constantly changed his posture. He prepared a total of ten sets of clothes and ten sets of jewelry. Each set took about fifty or sixty shots. Finally, one of the fifty or sixty shots was chosen as the main poster. According to the degree of cooperation of Sheng Anran, the work could be finished in the morning.
Ye Huanyan stood beside the computer. The camera had already sent the photos to the computer.
"What do you think of these photos?" Ye Huanyan asked.
The man next to the computer nodded. "Miss Sheng is really good. She is familiar with the shooting of endorsement posters and saves a lot of trouble. Basically, you can use any one of them."
Ye Huanyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Yesterday at the villa, he had not suffered in vain after being ordered around by her arrogant and bossed around by her.
She was in a good mood. Naturally, she was more cooperative today.
After half of the shoot, Ye Huanyan asked the assistant to buy lunch. While waiting, the photographer asked Sheng Anran if she needed to rest, but she refused.
"No, the earlier we finish the shoot, the earlier we can get off work. Let's have a rest after lunch. It saves time. You must be very busy."
The photographer blushed and focused more on shooting.
At the door of the studio, a tall figure approached. Someone shouted, "President Ling."
Sheng Anran, who was shooting, was happy. She interrupted the shooting directly and walked out of the white curtain with her skirt.
There was only a vague figure left in the photographer's last photo.
"Han..."
She slowly walked in front of Ling Han.
"Han, why are you here?"
Ling Han handed her the coffee in his hand and said lightly, "You've worked hard."
"It's not hard." Sheng Anran lowered her head and showed a little shyness.
Ye Huanyan was standing not far behind Sheng Anran at this time. She lowered her head and tried not to see this scene, but she felt very uncomfortable.
Ling Han looked over Sheng Anran and fell in the distance. He immediately looked back at Xiao Dong and took a cup of coffee from her hand. Then he walked straight past Sheng Anran and toward Ye Huanyan in the distance.
Sheng Anran's face stiffened. She looked at Ling Han's figure. When she saw Ling Han handing the cup of coffee to Ye Huanyan, there was obviously a layer of frost between her eyebrows.
Xiao Dong's voice sounded in the studio. No one paid attention to her strangeness. It seemed that as long as Ling Han was not standing next to her, she would no longer be the focus.
"Everyone has worked hard. President Ling bought coffee for everyone to refresh themselves."
The sound of people thanking Ling Han rose one after another. Ling Han was thanking Ye Huanyan, but everyone thought that he was thanking the films on the computer. The cameraman and the post-production crew, including the lighting crew, all rushed up and pointed at the films that had just been shot. It was as if they were competing for credit and trying to please Ling Han.
Ye Huanyan held the cup of coffee with a smile on her face.
"This is a good shoot. Everyone is very cooperative."
"Really? Let me see." Ling Han looked calm and moved closer to the computer screen. At the same time, he shortened the distance between him and Ye Huanyan. A group of people behind him crowded over and squeezed them together. From afar, Ling Han looked like he was resting his chin on Ye Huanyan's head.
"Secretary Ye, I think it would be better if Anran raised her arms a little more in this place..."
"President Ling, look, it would be better if Miss Sheng stood on tiptoe in this place."
"This is not bad, but the hair is a little messy. The stylist probably didn't take care of it..."
Sheng Anran stared at the two people surrounded by the crowd. The people around her were asking for credit. She suddenly had a feeling that she had been played, which made her feel angry from the bottom of her heart.
Was she a clown? Just like that, he let them make comments.
Why?
Sister Xu came over with the makeup artist to touch up Sheng Anran's makeup. She pulled out a chair beside her and let her sit down. She probably felt that she was not in a good mood, so she hurriedly finished the makeup and let the makeup artist go.
"Anran, last time you asked me to check Secretary Ye, was it because she and President Ling..."
Sheng Anran raised her eyes and glanced at sister Xu. "Just pretend that you don't know anything."
"President Ling rarely comes to the studio." Sister Xu reminded her.
"If it goes on like this, it won't be good."
"What can I do?" Sheng Anran stared into the distance angrily.
"Why don't you seize the time to hype up in front of the media? I'll have someone arrange an interview for you and talk about your feelings. At least you can hype up the new play..."
"Sister Xu," Sheng Anran's tone suddenly became colder. "Do you know how to do anything else besides hype?"
"..."
"I'm not asking you to play with a high salary. It's just hype. How long can it maintain the popularity? Do you want me to become a big joke?"
Sheng Anran's eyes were like frost, so cold that people didn't dare to look directly at her, but she wasn't looking at sister Xu. Her eyes fell on the lamp stand in the distance.
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