At this moment, Jiang Yingchi was wearing a black bathrobe.

She was wearing his white shirt and sitting on his shoulders.

Ning Qiluo felt an unprecedented sense of security, stability, and satisfaction. It was like standing on the peak after a victory, a feeling she had never experienced before today.

At this moment, Jiang Yingchi handed her his phone.

Ning Qiluo: "What?"

Jiang Yingchi: "Take a picture."

"..."

I almost forgot the main point; Jiang Yingchi's original purpose was to take photos of the same items.

Ning Qiluo rested her left hand on his other shoulder, leaned slightly forward, took the phone he held up, turned on the camera, and took a picture of the huge floor-to-ceiling window opposite.

She only took one picture and glanced at it first.

She looks too timid in the picture, and her posture is also bad, which affects her appearance.

Her fair and tender legs swayed.

Ning Qiluo happily deleted the video and reshot it.

She moved to his ears, gently tugging at them, then moved to the top of his head, grabbing a small tuft of his hair. While doing this, she was only thinking of herself and didn't notice that Jiang Yingchi was smiling.

After the photos were taken, she noticed that Jiang Yingchi had a serious face in the first few pictures, but a smile in the later ones.

That was a laugh of unbridled indulgence and pampering.

Only Ning Qiluo could see this side of him.

"I've finished filming Jiang Yingchi."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly plummeted downwards and landed in Jiang Yingchi's arms.

Ning Qiluo's face turned pale with fright.

Ugh... Could you please remind me? She thought she had slipped off his shoulder...

Jiang Yingchi held out her hand: "Let me see."

Ning Qiluo handed him the phone.

Ning Qiluo's pose in the photo is perfect, and even though Jiang Yingchi is just standing still, it perfectly highlights her pure and beautiful side.

Ning Qiluo remembered something important and immediately asked him, "Are you going to post this on your WeChat Moments?"

"Um."

"You're not going to post this photo you just took, are you?"

"Um."

Jiang Yingchi had already opened WeChat.

Ning Qiluo grabbed his phone and shook her head vigorously, saying, "Hero, no! Absolutely not!"

Jiang Yingchi: "..."

He reminded her, "What did you just call me?"

“…Jiang Yingchi, you can’t post the photos you just took on WeChat Moments. If Dad or my brother sees them, I’m doomed.”

Jiang Yingchi: "You're an adult now."

Ning Qiluo: "..."

She let go, deliberately making a fierce face as she said to him, "If you want to break up, then go ahead and send it."

The words were spoken.

Jiang Yingchi's gaze darkened, a turbulent undercurrent surging in his eyes: "You're threatening me?"

Ning Qiluo: "Uh..."

Jiang Yingchi: "I accept your threat."

Ning Qiluo: "..."

Then she heard Jiang Yingchi lean close to her ear and whisper, "A Luo, only I can see these photos."

Of course, I'll still post on WeChat Moments, but only Jiang Zhaoying can see it...

Ning Qiluo's worries were not only about her father and brothers seeing the photos; she was also afraid that if the photos were leaked, Jiang Yingchi's status as the CEO of the Jiang Group would be affected.

Jiang Yingchi locked all of these photos.

Locked in a software, Ning Qiluo wanted to peek at the password he entered, but Jiang Yingchi was quick and had already exited the page.

He put away his phone, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "My Love."

The software is: MyLove

The password is:

It contains everything he and she have treasured.

He told her.