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"Do you really need to pull off the blanket covering your lower half just to take a picture?"
Ye Ling was about to pull off the blanket that covered everything below his stomach.
"What are you doing, don't just escalate to driving a car without any negotiation, I'm not a pervert, why would I want to take nude pictures of you?"
Ji Yue watched the beautiful man on the bed feigning calm, the sight was too damn tempting. He was actually going to pull off the blanket for her to take nude photos—oh God, now she was sure, he must really be falling for her.
"I let you take a couple of photos so that when I go out to film, if you miss me, you can look at the pictures and alleviate the pain of longing."
"If I really miss you, I don't need pictures. I'd just video call and have you strip live for me to watch. What do I need a paper person for?"
Ji Yue's eyes landed on Ye Ling's well-defined eight-pack abs, which she had felt firsthand, and were amazing.
