C1 Take Ambiguous Photos

An City, the most luxurious hotel, a tall woman entered the presidential suite at the top floor while squinting her steps. Her fox-like eyes swept across the man lying on the dreamland bed.

She glanced at the time. She didn't want to appreciate it anymore.

She took out the camera equipment that she had placed here beforehand and set the camera's angle. Seeing that the man was still motionless, beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, she was still very nervous.

If they were discovered, only death awaited them.

With trembling fingers, he undid the first button and stole a glance at the man. The man did not react, even though his eyes were tightly shut, the outline of his face emitted a cold light, like a top-grade piece of cold jade emitting traces of cold air. Whenever the sharp eyes looked at her, they would always have the illusion of being penetrated by the light.

He held his breath and continued to undo it, every inch he got closer to her, the breath around the tip of his nose became stronger, he did not even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that his breath would reach his face.

He really wanted to slap himself a few times. What was there to be afraid of? It didn't matter if I beat him up until his parents didn't recognize him.

It was only when the whole pectoral muscle was exposed to her eyes that she stopped, wiped her sweat, and swept over him, every muscle like a field, cut and whole, the charm of a mature man, her slender fingers brushed, hard as iron, as stinking and hard as his temperament, and if he could be any gentler, he would not need to use such underhanded methods against him.

His gaze shifted to the lower half of his body. Should he undo it?

He bit his index finger and a conflicted look appeared in his eyes. Just by looking at it once, he was already frightened to death. What if it doesn't work?

A minute later, he still decided not to take off his pants. The photo could be edited, it was realistic enough.

She took off her long-sleeved coat, leaving only her undergarments behind. She closed her eyes, took off her undergarments, and climbed onto his body naked. She was not used to it.

God loved this man so much that every stripe on his face seemed to have been meticulously depicted. The camera was aimed at their upper bodies, slightly off to the side, and the long hair fell down over their cheeks.

After a while, he was drenched in sweat and looked like a dead fish. He was afraid that he would open his eyes, but he was more nervous than he had been last year when he had jumped, and the tiger was even more scared than the big black dog with its teeth bared. He kissed the man on the lips as his chest pressed against his muscles.

She thought she would die of a heart attack. Ten minutes later, when she was dressed, she helped him put on his clothes, took away the machine, then turned around and patted his delicate side of his face. "You asked for this, you can't blame me for it. Who told you to always force me to divorce, I'll see if you dare to be arrogant with these photos."

The man in the bed was the husband on her ditto-board, and her father-in-law had made it a rule not to give him a dime if he ever cheated.

Xiang Duo originally didn't dare to be unlucky anymore. He personally took these photos to frame him, but he was forced into a corner by him, which was why he took such a dangerous move.