Lu Xiaoyou looked at Lu Yunshen, her rosy, full lips shining with a shimmering luster, while her bright, peach-blossom eyes were filled with allure and enchantment.
She gazed deeply at this young man, her eyes filled with emotion, unfocused, yet overflowing with shyness and ambiguity, as if the two were truly in love.
Facing her boyfriend, she was moved, her heart fluttering, filled with admiration and coquettishness, wanting more affection from her boyfriend, wanting him to hold her and give her warmth.
Lu Yunshen was captivated by her gaze, becoming a puppet to Lu Xiaoyou.
He couldn't help but reach out his hands, wanting to embrace her.
Just as he was about to hold her, Lu Xiaoyou leaned back and grabbed a cushion from the sofa chair, throwing it at Lu Yunshen's face.
The cushion fell off Lu Yunshen's face, leaving him completely dumbfounded.
The photographer continuously pressed the shutter, exclaiming, "You both are performing remarkably well."
