novelraw Chapter 412 - 390: She is the Most Beautiful Model He Has Ever Met
Chapter 412 - 390: She is the Most Beautiful Model He Has Ever Met
The next day, as the sky outside just started to lighten, Yang Hexuan heard noises inside the room. He opened his eyes to see her already up, wearing a short skirt with her back to him, tying her hair up simply with a rubber band.He had told her more than once that this look was quite tacky, but she was always very casual about her appearance.
In fact, she looked quite beautiful like this, her whole being exuding an ethereal beauty, as if she didn’t belong to this world.
Yang Hexuan sat up and asked her, "Where are you going?"
Hearing his voice, her body shuddered, clearly startled. She glanced at him lightly without responding, then walked to the table, picked up her camera, hung it around her neck, and was about to leave with her bag.
Yang Hexuan strode over and roughly blocked her path, "I asked you where you’re going?"
Xia Yan looked at him somewhat helplessly and answered indifferently, "To shoot the sunrise."
"Wait for me."
He said, turning around towards the bathroom, then instructed her, "Prepare an outfit for me."
Xia Yan sighed lightly, resignedly put down her things, randomly picked a suit from the wardrobe, and placed it on the bed, then went to the sofa and folded his blanket.
At this time, he came out of the bathroom, his long hair casually cascading over his shoulders, probably even longer than hers.
His appearance could be described as "beautiful," but the long hair didn’t make him look feminine; instead, it added to his unique charm.
More than one master had asked him to model, all of whom he had refused. He said he only trusted his own camera to capture true beauty.
Xia Yan was staring blankly at his hair when she saw him boldly take off his robe in front of her, his lean physique making her cheeks flush slightly. She immediately averted her gaze.
With his back to her, he put on the clothes she had placed by the bed piece by piece, buttoning the shirt while walking to the dressing table, saying to her, "Help me comb my hair."
Xia Yan was stunned. His long hair, usually untouchable, yet he often asked her to comb it.
She didn’t overthink it, and as usual, stood behind him, picking up the comb and brushing his hair from top to bottom.
He seldom tied his hair, but for work, he would have her braid it into a long plait.
After getting ready, they each grabbed their cameras and went out the door.
At this time, it was just five o’clock, and the sky was beginning to brighten.
After waiting for a while, the sky turned a vibrant array of colors, becoming exceptionally beautiful.
She picked up her camera and took a few shots of the coastline, while he stepped back a bit, pointing his lens at her.
His camera was filled with many of her photos, mostly candid shots, which he found far more beautiful than posed ones. He always thought she was the most beautiful model he had ever encountered.
However, none of these photos captured her smile, just like the one he saw in her wallet—he had never seen her like that.
The Xia Yan he knew was always unperturbed by praise or criticism, insult or care, always maintaining an indifferent stance, as if nothing in this world could enter her heart.
"Xia Yan."
He called her name, and the moment she turned her head, he pressed the shutter, capturing the beauty in his camera.
Noticing he was photographing her, she didn’t mind at all, her face showing no emotion. She adjusted her own camera, then pointed the lens into the distance.