Nami Ozawa took the elevator to the top floor.
Standing in front of the reserved presidential suite, I raised my hand and pressed the doorbell.
Su Luo, who was lying on the sofa and almost asleep, heard the noise, jumped up immediately, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.
"Sorry I'm late."
Nami Ozawa smiled guiltily.
"No, it's alright, come in quickly."
Although Su Luo was getting a little impatient, he had no reason to be angry because Ozawa Nami had given him so much.
After changing her shoes, Ozawa Nami put her bag on the shelf.
Instead of rushing to change clothes for photos, I asked casually.
"What do you think of this room? Is it suitable for boudoir photography?"
Su Luo said frankly, "Very good, very, very suitable."
The Japanese-style decor and the open-air hot spring would be even more perfect if Nami Ozawa could wear a kimono for the photoshoot.
Su Luo opened the refrigerator door and asked.
Would you like something to drink?
Nami Ozawa tossed her hair and sat down on the sofa. "Mineral water is fine."
Su Luo took a bottle of spring water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Ozawa Nami.
"Thanks."
Nami Ozawa took a small sip and then placed the water on the coffee table.
Su Luo opened her camera bag, adjusting the equipment as she asked questions.
"Um, Nami-nee, what style of film would you like to shoot? Or you can bring up any ideas you have."
He hasn't done any boudoir photography yet, so he doesn't know what type of shoot Ozawa Nami wants.
It's best to communicate beforehand to avoid problems during filming.
Nami Ozawa looked at him tenderly and asked with a smile.
Have you seen "Sakuran"?
Su Luo was taken aback; he had indeed seen it before.
The female lead is of mixed race, incredibly beautiful, and exudes charm.
Before working in the film industry, the film's director was a renowned cinematographer.
The film fully embodies the director's strong personal style, with magnificent visuals, clear colors, and a striking sense of sharpness, creating an extremely stimulating visual experience with vibrant color blocks and rapid contrasts.
At the same time, the excellent contrast fully showcases the charm of the brothel and the courtesan, making this film a true "visual" masterpiece.
"I've seen it. Are you going to shoot in this style?"
Ozawa Nami nodded slightly, her peach blossom eyes curving into beautiful crescent shapes as she looked at Su Luo.
Am I suitable?
Su Luo didn't answer immediately, but instead carefully examined Ozawa Nami. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Ozawa Nami really did resemble the female lead in the movie.
Especially her graceful figure and the charm etched into her bones, every smile and frown is captivating.
Su Luo affirmed, "It's suitable."
It's a little disappointing that Nami Ozawa is wearing a tight-fitting long dress at the moment; it would have been perfect if she had changed into a kimono.
Su Luo pressed further, "Did you bring a kimono?"
Nami Ozawa smiled mysteriously, stood up, and walked towards the bedroom.
"Come with me."
"oh……"
Su Luo quickly followed.
Then, Ozawa Nami opened the wardrobe door.
Inside, there was a whole row of exquisite kimonos of various colors, mostly red.
Su Luo blinked and exclaimed in surprise.
Wow, so many...so beautiful!
At first glance, you can tell they're all made of high-quality materials; each piece alone would be quite valuable, let alone so many. They must be wealthy.
Ozawa Nami was very satisfied with Su Luo's reaction. She subtly pressed her hand against Su Luo's shoulder, brought her lips close to his ear, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Which one do you like? I'll go and change it for you."
Su Luo froze, not daring to move, staring at the row of kimonos, and swallowed hard.
This is such a difficult choice!
He saw the one on the very edge, which had very little fabric and was made of black lace that was see-through.
If Nami Ozawa wore this, wouldn't she be way too sexy?
But they let her choose.
If he chooses this one, wouldn't that clearly reveal his true nature?
No, we can't choose that one. It's the first time we've done a boudoir photoshoot, and we're going to shoot this? If this gets out, how will he ever face anyone again?
So, he pointed insincerely to the most conservative red traditional kimono in the middle.
Nami Ozawa went behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder, her soft hair brushing against his ear.
Her voice was so soothing it could melt your heart.
"Are you sure? Weren't you staring at the black one the whole time?"
Su Luo's fair cheeks flushed instantly. She took a step forward and forced herself to make an excuse.
"Didn't you want to shoot a 'Sakuran' themed outfit? This red one is perfect for you. I was eyeing the black one, but I just felt it didn't quite match your theme."
It's impossible for him to admit that he wants to see it; it would damage his image. How could he possibly admit to that?
Seeing Su Luo's forced serious expression, Ozawa Nami chuckled.
"Okay, red it is then. Don't regret it."
Interesting. Su Luo clearly just wants to watch, yet she's putting on such a righteous act.
"Yes, I don't regret it."
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