Yan Yu was startled, then immediately understood, and lowered her head.
Moreover, she was far from being as extreme as Adele, she merely had a little more subcutaneous fat.
The makeup artist saw her demeanor and knew she had acquiesced.
He smiled and reached out to cover her eyes.
"If Third Miss still finds it hard to face the makeup mirror and lights, why not close your eyes and take a nap. Once it's done, I'll call you."
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In the studio, with Little Ben's return, the shooting resumed its normal course.
Unexpectedly, Little Ben walked back and bowed to the photographer first. Although he didn't say anything, for someone of his nature, such a bow was more than enough.
The photographer naturally understood the limits, and while the model was taking position, he quietly said to Yan Jian, "Although the lead you chose is obviously not professional, I must say, he aligns perfectly with the design of your main hard photo concept."
