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    Mysterious Model X Mensao Photography (3)

    Guan Lin was sitting on the edge of the big bed, and Yang Shuangsheng was lying naked on it, and the ridicule in his words was clearly visible.

    “I’m not in love.” He looked calm, “I’m just a little obsessed with this body.”

    What he said was so ordinary, like he was joking.

    Yang Shuangsheng subconsciously looked at his lower abdomen. The seemingly calm place was covered by his pants, but it was completely covered, and there was no trace of any ups and downs.

    The male features were hidden, but those eyes were staring directly at her body, or her tattoo to be precise.

    “Then you are obsessed with this body, what do you want to do?” Yang Shuangsheng asked curiously.

    This tattoo has never been seen by anyone before, and it feels a little strange to be looked at by others with admiring eyes.

    Guan Lin’s hand gently grasped Yang Shuangsheng’s waist, and the waist that was not tight was squeezed by his hand, making it tender and smooth.But what attracted him most was none of these, just the strange lines on his body.

    “Do you want to have sex with me?” After silence, he said calmly.

    Yang Shuangsheng looked at him in surprise. He had never heard that Guan Lin would make such a request to anyone. On the contrary, some models rushed to send it to others, but they still didn’t want it.

    She looked Guan Lin up and down. He had an impeccable figure. His body was well managed and his muscle lines were clearly visible. His handsome face was rare even among models. There was no harm in doing it with him.

    It’s a kind of comfort.

    Even if he is a male god, he still wants to sleep with her.

    She couldn’t help but laugh at her own thoughts, turned over, propped herself up on the bed and looked at him: “Then what good do I do?”

    I slept with him in a daze for nothing, and I felt really bad.

    “If you want to shoot with me in the future, you can always do it. Or if you have other requests, I can satisfy them.” When two people mentioned having sex, it was like they were negotiating a deal.

    Yang Shuangsheng curled up his lips and agreed: “Then let’s do it next time. I have an appointment tonight, please add me on WeChat.”

    Guan Lin took out his mobile phone and quickly passed the verification.

    Clean up the room and leave one after another.

    Three days later.

    Yang Shuangsheng had just finished a shooting and immediately thought of Guan Lin. She opened her phone and tapped lightly: Do you regret it now? Should you forget it?

    She didn’t keep her waiting for long. A few minutes later, the news came: No, I’m available at any time.

    Yang Shuangsheng’s eyes flashed, teasingly: Let’s go tonight, you decide the place, I’ll do it.

    Guan Lin replied with one word, OK.

    There were still two hours before the appointed time, so Yang Shuangsheng went home and took a shower first, peeling off the obstructive fake rubber on her body, and wetted her whole body with hot water. The dense heat opened her pores like steam, making her feel comfortable and happy.

    After taking a shower, Yang Shuangsheng began to clean herself up, put on exquisite makeup, and chose a sexy suspender skirt under her coat. Knowing what Guan Lin liked, she just showed it off. The suspender belt could not be covered at all, and was looming under the gauze.

    Putting on her over-the-knee boots, Yang Shuangsheng made sure that there was nothing wrong with her body before going to the appointment.

    Guan Lin arrived first, standing out of place on the side of the street, with no emotion on his cold and handsome face. When he saw Yang Shuangsheng, his eyes seemed to have a slight sparkle, and he strode over.

    “Going to eat first?” he asked.

    Yang Shuangsheng didn’t object. The two of them went out for a meal just like ordinary lovers.

    Now that the meal is over, it’s time to get down to business.

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