"A gentle scholar fell in love with a Young Miss." He directed his artist to change his expression.
The light in Mu Yang's eyes changed. The indifferent yet friendly scholar turned into a soft boy in front of his lover. Sensing the change, the manager pressed the shutter repeatedly in every angle Mu Yang provided. Only after he took tens of pictures, he realized that Mu Yang's gentle gaze was directed at Nana at all times.
Meanwhile, the object of his feelings was stunned seeing the change in him. She might even feel a bit overwhelmed with the way Mu Yang was projecting his feelings towards her. She could only snap out of her trance when the manager clapped his hands in excitement.
"How is it? Do you like it?" Mu Yang, who had come out of role, approached her to see the pictures on her phone.
"I've tried my best." Nana smiled and showed him her phone. Actually, for Mu Yang, it didn't matter whether the pictures turned out good or bad. The originality of the pictures mattered. Even if his manager released some of the pictures on the internet, it didn't matter. But once she released the pictures from her phone, Mu Yang doubted people wouldn't start to notice things.
Not that he was afraid it would affect his career. He just didn't care at this point.
After making sure that Nana had taken many pictures, he changed his clothes into a crown prince style. The elegant, decisive, and handsome crowned prince soon emerged into the room. His arrogant eyes swept over the room, really making people shivered in submission.
He posed for some time before his manager shouted at him, again, to get into his role.
"The Crown Prince is thinking about his love."
The indifferent look on the Crown Prince changed instantly. His originally calm eyes softened and the corner of his lips lifted and formed into a smile. His head lowered, as if he was longing about someone, but the smile got even sweeter. When he looked up, his eyes met with Nana who was mesmerized with the image of Crown Prince in front of her. His smile got even wider and anyone could see the oozing love from his eyes, as if he finally met the one he was thinking of.
If Mu Yang's previous actions were still unreliable, this time, it was as clear as a day. It couldn't be anymore obvious. His manager really didn't know whether to celebrate or to weep after finding out about this fact. He thought his artist was just playing around. But, looking at the fact being slapped at his face, he might assume that even his artist had not realized his own feelings yet.
After the Crown Prince hanfu, Mu Yang changed into a young general. His black Hanfu made his white skin look even more stand out. He looked like a tough man, oozing with masculinity and bloodlust. The fake sword in his hand looked real and dangerous.
This time, his manager didn't say anything and just focused on taking pictures. It was also the same when he changed into his immortal Hanfu. It took another hour before they finished the private fashion show for Nana. Once he cleaned up himself, he joined the three people in the living room. The Hanfus had been packed up and the make-shift set had disappeared. Nana was scrolling on her phone, looking at the pictures she had taken with glee in her eyes. Mu Yang's manager and the makeup artist were staring at her in curiosity.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I am too excited." Nana suddenly felt conscious with their stares.
"Don't mind them." Mu Yang waved his hand and sat close to her to the point they were sticking close together. He was peering at her phone curiously, wanting to know what she was doing with his pictures.
"Yang Yichen, call me if you need anything. And, don't be reckless, please." The manager spoke to him in Chinese.
"I saw nothing here. Don't worry. Also, she is cool." The makeup artist also said in Chinese. She gave him two thumbs up in excitement, showing her support and agreement to Mu Yang.
Seeing them supporting him, Mu Yang's mood improved. He took a look at the girl next to him and saw her ignoring them. "Thank you for today." He said in response. Then, he sent them to the door. After seeing them off, he hastily returned to his couch to be with Nana.
"Are they gone? Were they unhappy with my presence?" Nana asked worriedly. "Are you going to be in trouble?"
"Don't worry about me. They weren't here to take me away from you or the other way around." Mu Yang patted her head while smiling widely.
Nana pouted. "I see."
"Why are you pouting? Are you disappointed?" He lowered his head to look at her.
"Absolutely no." Her innocent smile was beaming at him, blinding him with the urge to squeeze her to himself.
Mu Yang had learned to follow his urge and that was what he did. He pulled her to his body and squeezed her in his arms. "Bao Bei, Bao Bei, Bao Bei." He repeatedly said that while squeezing her.
"Akh, Ayang, let go of me." Nana patted his back lightly. A bit more force and he would snap her back!
"I won't." He reduced his power but he didn't let go of his hold around her. At least now she could breathe.
Mu Yang seemed to have so much fun by holding her. He even rubbed his head to hers. As the person was held captive, Nana could only let him do it. As long as he did not…
Nana quickly retracted that mind when she felt a peck on her forehead. Her mind went blank, but she could feel her cheeks getting flushed red.
"Bao Bei, my Bao Bei." Mu Yang was so immersed in his action that he didn't notice her going rigid. He kissed lower and lower while muttering 'Bao Bei' in every kiss. Until he was on the same eye level with her.
Nana: "..."