The photographer looked at her in silence.
Yang Liangyu frowned as he watched from the side. "What the hell are you doing?"
Li Beinian did not respond. After a few minutes, she panted. "Come on."
She held the gun in her hand and ruffled her hair a bit.
The stylist yelled in shock, "What are you doing!"
The photographer looked at Li Beinian's hair in surprise.
It was messier now, but also way more natural than before.
"This is it." The photographer got ready. "Ready… begin."
Li Beinian tried to focus while she panted.
She bent slightly lower, both hands on the gun.
Her eyes seemed to have gone cold and dangerous.
She scanned the surroundings on full alert.
She looked just like a leopard in danger, tensed up and vigilant, ready to pounce and attack the moment she sensed any movement.
Yang Liangyu was stunned. He could barely believe he was watching Li Beinian.
