Chris Jung adjusted his state, and when he shot again, the deep affection in his eyes was buried.
"..."
However, Lilian Rose, who was nestled in his arms, could clearly feel his heartbeat accelerating constantly.
The shoot went smoothly this time, without any pauses, and the photographer and the director's gloomy faces eased.
Lilian Rose spat out the blood bag in her mouth, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water, and drank a few mouthfuls to get rid of the faint bloody taste in her mouth.
After a few minutes of rest, Dorian Jones had someone change the backdrop to a new one showing a cold and exquisite temple interior, and also brought in a mahogany chair.
"Next, Caroline Edwin."
Hearing the director's shout, she walked forward with a lazy and casual pace, revealing the endless oppressive air coming from the superiors.
Blake Fuller stood in place, holding a black bag for ladies in his hand, which caught Chris Jung's attention as he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Not bad."
