Ozawa Nami didn't say anything more, but told Su Luo to go out first while she changed her clothes.
Su Luo stood at the door with her camera, her heart pounding with excitement.
Although the one I just chose was very conservative, it's still a kimono, and it's one that Nami Ozawa is wearing.
For a while, he really wanted to see what Song Lingshan would look like in a kimono, but in the end he was too embarrassed to ask, afraid of upsetting Song Lingshan.
This time I finally have a chance to see it, even though the person wearing it isn't Song Lingshan.
But he felt that perhaps Nami Ozawa would be more suited to a kimono, after all, Nami Ozawa is half Japanese.
A short while later.
The bedroom door slowly opened.
What comes into view is Nami Ozawa, fully armed.
Su Luo stared intently at the beautiful woman before him, a woman who was both strange and familiar.
Her beautiful face was adorned with exquisite makeup, and her rosy lips were luscious and tempting.
Her long, jet-black hair was neatly pinned up behind her ears, adorned with a gold tassel hairpin.
The woman's fair skin was accentuated by the wine-red kimono embroidered with gold patterns, and the neckline was slightly open.
The cinched waist design accentuates a woman's slender figure, making her waist appear incredibly delicate.
Long, straight legs slender beneath the skirt, barefoot on the wooden floor.
Seeing that Su Luo was silent, Ozawa Nami took the initiative to speak.
Is it pretty?
Su Luo swallowed hard, looking rather pathetic. "Okay, it looks good."
It's absolutely gorgeous! Women will be envious, and men will be unable to look away.
If Nami Ozawa were to act in movies, she would definitely become famous. She wouldn't need any acting skills; she could just stand there and be a pretty face.
"Let's take pictures in the living room first."
"good."
Nami Ozawa walked to the tatami mat at the tea table.
Su Luo followed with her camera, just about to ask, "Do you want me to teach you how to pose?"
Suddenly I realized that I had been thinking too much.
In the photos, Nami Ozawa doesn't need to pose deliberately; a simple glance is enough to create a stunning picture.
After taking a few pictures, Nami Ozawa made a suggestion.
"Let's go outside."
"Outside?"
Su Luo was a little confused. Wasn't this supposed to be a private photoshoot? Why did they book such a nice room?
How are you going to take photos outside? Are you going to go out on the street? Is it really okay to dress so formally for a night out?
Nami Ozawa smiled slightly and asked in return.
Do you know why I chose a hot spring hotel?
"Why?"
Su Luo had originally intended to ask, but upon seeing Ozawa Nami, she forgot.
Are we going to take photos in the hot spring?
No, that's not a good idea. It's late at night, and we're a man and a woman alone together. Besides, the kimono fabric is so thin; what if it gets wet?
He's a proper photographer; he doesn't take these kinds of photos.
Ozawa Nami leaned closer to Su Luo, stared into his clear eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Because I want to shoot something different."
"No, it's different..."
"This, this isn't appropriate."
“What’s wrong with it? If you don’t want to film, I won’t force you, but the pay will be halved. Think it over carefully.”
Nami Ozawa calmly picked up her teacup and took a small sip.
She could tell that Su Luo was short of money; her clothes were all bought from street stalls, her phone was old, and only her camera was worth a few cents.
Fishing requires not only patience but also the right methods and a balance. You can't just give him all the benefits; you have to know when to hold him back.
"..."
Su Luo did not answer immediately, but fell into deep thought.
Half the pay?
That leaves only 50,000!
No, he's determined to get that 100,000; he can't just let it be reduced by half.
Upon careful consideration...
It's just asking him to film a private hot spring scene, what's the big deal?
Given the high price, it's not unreasonable for them to make some demands.
"I'll take the picture!"
Without further ado, Su Luo took the lead and went up to the second floor.
The hot spring water was steaming.
The night sky is filled with stars, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.
A cool evening breeze caressed my face, sweeping away the heat in my heart.
Su Luo wasn't cold, but worried that Ozawa Nami wasn't dressed warmly enough and was physically weak, so he turned his head and said.
"Are you cold? Do you want me to get you a coat?"
"No need, the water will heat up as soon as you step in."
As Ozawa Nami spoke, she walked barefoot into the hot spring pool and slowly took off her kimono.
Standing in the middle of the pool, Nami Ozawa had her back to him.
Under the bright moonlight.
Surrounded by swirling mist, the woman looked as beautiful as a fairy descended to earth.
Click!
Su Luo captured this beautiful moment.
Upon hearing the shutter click, Ozawa Nami turned her head slightly, her affectionate peach blossom eyes inadvertently revealing a captivating spring light.
Su Luo pressed the shutter again.
Forehead……
It felt like something warm was coming out of my nose.
It's sticky and hot!
Su Luo raised her hand to touch her philtrum and looked down.
Wow!
nosebleed!
"Um, I, I'll go downstairs first."
Nami Ozawa said with a smile.
"Okay, hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
Su Luo put down her camera and ran to the bathroom.
Turn on the tap and frantically wash away the nosebleed with cold water.
It took a while for the nosebleed to stop.
Su Luo went upstairs again.
Ozawa Nami sat leaning against the edge of the hot spring, the water just covering her chest, steam rising from her neck. Looking at Su Luo, whose face looked somewhat haggard, she asked with concern.
Are you alright?
Su Luo shook his head, looking embarrassed.
"It's nothing, I haven't been resting well lately, I'm just a bit feverish."
Nami Ozawa nodded. "Let's take a break and film again later."
"Okay, then you can rest."
Su Luo didn't go into the water. Instead, she stood up and picked up her camera to look at the photos she had just taken.
"Get down, it's tiring to stand."
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