A group photo?
Qin Luo didn’t think much of it and nodded, saying, “I’ll ask Ning Muqing to come and help.”
“Why ask her? She’s busy!”
“Then we...”
Seeing that Qin Luo still didn’t seem to grasp the situation, Su Muwan grew impatient and stepped forward.
“Ugh! Why are you so dense!”
She pulled Qin Luo to her side and handed him the camera. “Hold this!”
“Oh.”
Qin Luo didn’t understand what Su Muwan was up to, but he obediently took the camera and looked at her.
The next second.
Su Muwan wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him even closer.
!!
Qin Luo’s eyes widened in surprise.
The faint fragrance of Su Muwan’s perfume reached his nose, and his heartbeat quickened slightly.
That familiar ripple of emotion surged through him again.
“Miss?”
Qin Luo asked softly, wondering if they could get even closer.
As if reading his thoughts, Su Muwan’s face flushed slightly. She looked up at him and glared, saying, “Don’t overthink it.”
“You hold the camera, and then put your arm around my shoulder. It’ll look better in the photo.”
She tried to sound stern, as if reminding him that she was his employer.
Qin Luo was momentarily stunned but then nodded.
He took a deep breath.
With one hand holding the camera, he carefully placed his other arm around Su Muwan’s shoulder.
The moment he touched her, it felt like an electric current ran through his body, causing him to stiffen slightly.
Su Muwan’s blush deepened.
But...
Hehe!
A satisfied smile tugged at her lips, and she leaned even closer to Qin Luo, her cheek nearly resting on his shoulder.
She could feel his body warmth and his slightly nervous breathing, which stirred something in her heart.
Su Muwan seemed to realize something—Qin Luo was nervous too.
This only made her more excited.
“Yes, just like that,” she said softly, turning her gaze toward the camera along with Qin Luo.
Qin Luo held the camera.
Looking at the two of them in the lens, an inexplicable impulse and thought arose in his heart.
Was he and Su Muwan... being too intimate?
They were so close, and the air was filled with a subtle tension.
The sea breeze gently blew by, easing some of the nervousness.
Click~!
The moment Qin Luo pressed the shutter, their figures were captured in the photo.
After taking the photo, Qin Luo put the camera down and smiled at Su Muwan. “Miss, this photo will definitely be beautiful.”
Hearing this, Su Muwan’s heart skipped a beat.
She pretended to adjust her hair to hide her nervousness and then snorted lightly. “Of course, I’ve always been beautiful.”
“And...”
Su Muwan’s voice sounded slightly unnatural as her eyelashes fluttered. “How long are you going to keep your arm around my shoulder?”
“......”
Qin Luo coughed lightly and reluctantly let go of her, saying sincerely, “Miss, it was just for the photo.”
“Just for the photo?”
Su Muwan wasn’t pleased with that answer.
But when she turned to look at him, she noticed that Qin Luo’s eyes were trembling slightly.
Even his breathing seemed a bit hurried.
Su Muwan immediately understood.
Huh?
Was Qin Luo...
Also nervous?
Her playful side emerged again.
She took a step closer to Qin Luo, reached out, and lightly traced her fingers over his chest. Looking up, she smiled faintly and said, “Oh? Was it really just for the photo...”
“Or were you reluctant to let go?”
?
Qin Luo took a light breath.
I admit, Su Muwan, your shoulder is soft and fragrant, and being close to you makes me reluctant to pull away.
But!
Qin Luo raised the camera slightly, looking at Su Muwan’s flushed face, and smiled. “Miss.”
“If you say I’m reluctant to let go, why don’t we look at the photo and see who’s really reluctant?”
As he spoke, Qin Luo rubbed his side and winced slightly, as if in pain.
Everything was conveyed without words.
Su Muwan’s smile stiffened slightly.
Oh dear...
Since she rarely got to touch Qin Luo, Su Muwan had gone all out.
Why not make the most of it?
Seeing Qin Luo fiddling with the camera as if about to find the photo, Su Muwan coughed lightly and said, “Oh, I was just joking! Why are you getting so worked up, Qin Luo?”
Qin Luo blinked. “What am I worked up about, Miss?”
“Why don’t we look at the photo...”
Before he could finish.
Whoosh!
Su Muwan snatched the camera away, her face flushed with embarrassment as she exclaimed, “I say you’re worked up, so you’re worked up!!!”
“Don’t talk back to me, Qin Luo!”
Qin Luo chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, Miss.”
“Hmph!”
“Let me see how the photo turned out!”
Su Muwan grabbed the camera and began examining the photo.
But when she saw it, she was stunned.
In the photo, she and Qin Luo looked so natural and harmonious. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of joy.
As for Qin Luo, his gaze wasn’t on the camera but on her.
His eyes were deep and focused, as if the entire world revolved around her.
The emotion in his gaze made Su Muwan’s heart skip a beat.
“.......⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄”
Su Muwan’s face turned even redder, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing her reaction, Qin Luo didn’t say anything more. He just smiled gently and said, “Miss, the photo looks great.”
“Mhm...”
Su Muwan responded with a barely audible hum.
She turned away, not daring to meet Qin Luo’s eyes again.
After a while.
She coughed lightly, her gaze trembling as she looked at the sky, as if speaking to no one in particular. “You... next time, remember to look at the camera, got it?”
“Mhm.”
“And... as punishment for not looking at the camera, you have to promise me one thing.”
“What is it?”
“That is...”
Whoosh!
Just then.
The sea breeze gently swept by, and Su Muwan’s dark, silky hair danced in the sunlight.
A few strands playfully brushed against her cheeks.
Su Muwan tilted her head slightly, tucking the windblown strands behind her ear, revealing her delicate and charming face.
Then she turned to Qin Luo, pointed at him, and declared loudly, “You have to get my permission before you start dating anyone!!”
If Qin Luo wasn’t going to be with her, then she wouldn’t allow him to be with anyone else!
Thump!!
The overcast sky seemed to part at that moment, and a beam of light shone down on the two of them.
Qin Luo’s heart raced.
He looked at Su Muwan, her face slightly flushed and bathed in a golden glow.
At that moment.
He saw his own feelings clearly.
He... really, truly, liked Su Muwan.
He took a deep breath and said, “Miss... aren’t you being a bit domineering?”
“Hmph! So what?!”
“I’m Su Muwan!!”
“So, what do you say?”
Su Muwan glared at Qin Luo.
Without hesitation, Qin Luo placed a hand over his chest, a smile on his face, and said, “I’ll do as you say, Miss.”
Yes, it’s decided.
Once this matter is over.
I’ll confess to Su Muwan.
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