He mustered all his strength to tear his gaze away from Lu Xiaoyou's lips, letting it drift upwards, skimming over her nose, her cheeks...
Seeing her from such a close distance, her face showed not a single pore, her skin as smooth and flawless as milk pudding, tempting him to give it a squeeze...
Realizing he'd had such thoughts, Lu Yunshen's expression turned even more uncomfortable.
Sitting in the jib chair, the photographer leaned forward, reminding them from above:
"Yunshen, relax your facial expression a bit more."
The photographer's voice pulled Lu Yunshen back to his senses. "Look at Xiaoyou with affection; she is now your beloved, and your love for her should reach the depths of your soul."
The photographer glanced at a few previous photos and noticed Lu Yunshen's gaze was not quite right.
He hadn't expected the first two sets to go smoothly, so why did Lu Yunshen's emotions suddenly become repressed in this set?
