HuaYu: Starting with Photography to Navigate the Entertainment Industry

Shoulder and neck line!

Xu Lang's gaze was fixed on Re Yizha's shoulder and neck line.

Women from the Central Plains are said to be made of water, with soft shoulder and neck lines, sloping shoulders, delicate necks, and pale collarbones, like peach blossoms hanging from branches, giving them a fragile and delicate appearance.

But the women of the Northwest desert are sculpted by the wind:

The shoulders are straight and strong, with prominent acromions, like hills rising on the grassland, capable of firmly supporting a strong bow and withstanding the howling wind.

The neck is long but thick, with faint lines of the sternocleidomastoid muscle on the side of the neck. When it is turned, sharp veins are pulled out, like a fully drawn bowstring.

The collarbone is straight, deep and clearly defined, with a recessed area that can hold sunlight—breathtaking.

A hot, defined neckline perfectly highlights this point.

This is what Xu Lang has been searching for:

Wild beauty!

Xu Lang stared at Re Yizha through the viewfinder, making his demands:

"Pull the bra strap down to expose your shoulder."

"Um?"

A hot, long dress is already form-fitting, and then the shoulder straps are pulled down even further?

She felt a wave of shyness, and her heart was pounding.

But the bold and unrestrained nature of the women from the Western Regions made it hard for her to refuse.

Isn't it natural to show your beauty to someone you like?

Following Xu Lang's instructions, Re Yizha pulled down the shoulder straps of her long dress, her face growing increasingly red.

"Pull it down a little further."

"Still need to poop?"

Reza suddenly remembered that she had gone braless, so...?

But infected by Xu Lang's burning gaze, she obediently pulled it down a little further.

Her entire shoulders, neck, and a large expanse of snow-white skin on her chest were clearly visible.

"Chest out, head up, yes, just like that!"

Within the viewfinder, Xu Lang meticulously adjusted the composition. Since he couldn't adjust the standing position, he would adjust it through light and shadow.

He manipulated the beam of light, shooting it directly at Re Yizha's left rear from a height of two meters.

The beam of light, like a sharp knife, cleaved down from behind Re Yizha's shoulder, carving clear lines of light and shadow on her acromion, the side of her neck, and her collarbone.

The beam of light fell on her shoulders and chest, turning the fine hairs on her skin a golden hue.

Slide down along the muscle lines on the side of the neck, and a pool of warm light gathers in the hollow of the collarbone.

"Click!"

Xu Lang pressed the shutter, freezing the image.

After the photo was taken, Xu Lang waved to Re Yizha.

"Come on, look at this photo. What's the first thing you see?"

With a flushed face, Re Yizha approached Xu Lang and looked at the photos in the camera.

In the photo, the bright, golden shoulders and neck, with their contrasting light and shadow, are striking and immediately catch the eye.

All eyes are drawn to the sculpted lines of her shoulders and neck.

If you don't look at it intentionally, you'll easily overlook Reyza's angular face.

"this..."

Reyizha stared in disbelief at the photo. To be honest, she hadn't expected that a close-up photo, similar to an ID photo, could produce such an effect.

Moreover, she could clearly see that Xu Lang wanted to emphasize her shoulder and neck lines.

"This wild beauty is unique to you, and it's the key to you landing the role of Ashina Yun."

Xu Lang explained to Re Yizha:

"I chose your neck and shoulder line as the focal point of this photo. Unless the production team is blind, they will definitely see it at first glance."

"Yes, Xu Lang, thank you. You are the most talented photographer I have ever met!"

As Re Yizha spoke, the burning intensity in his eyes gradually intensified, and his breathing became rapid.

Xu Lang, who was looking through the camera, could clearly feel the heat coming from Re Yizha's mouth and nose.

Sensing something amiss, Xu Lang looked up at Re Yizha.

"Um?"

Xu Lang saw passion in Re Yizha's eyes, the kind of fiery passion that burns across the desert, an undisguised passion.

He had already understood Reyizha's thoughts from their previous conversation, but now, looking at Reyizha's increasingly heaving chest, Xu Lang's heart also felt a surge of heat.

"Gurgle!"

His Adam's apple bobbed.

And it was at this moment that Re Yizha was moved; her passion erupted, and she threw herself into Xu Lang's arms, hugging him tightly, while firmly saying,

"Xu Lang, I really like you. I like your talent and your focus."

Feeling the fiery passion in his arms, Xu Lang suddenly realized how ridiculous it was that he had previously thought of not getting involved with feelings, or rather, of not hurting the other person.

Does pushing away the warmth in one's arms make one a saint?

That way, you won't develop feelings for someone, and you won't hurt the other person?

You're wrong!

Once this thought arose, the volcano that had been suppressed in Xu Lang's heart for a long time finally erupted.

"Screw it, what's the point of thinking like that? It's so awkward being so restrictive. Whatever, come on!"

Thinking of this, he threw the camera he was holding onto the bed, then hugged Re Yizha tightly, a smirk playing on his lips, and whispered something in her ear.

"Little girl, you're playing with fire, but I like your wild spirit!"

Feeling Xu Lang's enthusiastic response, Re Yizha's previously apprehensive heart was completely at ease, and his enthusiasm was no longer restrained, completely ignited by Xu Lang.

She looked up at Xu Lang, panting, and said:

"Playing with fire is playing with fire; being burned to death in a spectacular display is better than dying a stifled and miserable death!"

Upon hearing these words, it was as if a bugle call to arms had sounded in Xu Lang's mind!

Charge!

At a time like this, how can a real man back down?!

Xu Lang suddenly grabbed Re Yizha's head with both hands and pressed his lips directly against it.

Reyizha was not to be outdone and responded enthusiastically, holding Xu Lang's head in both hands as well, like a bull in a fight, head to head with Xu Lang, and pushing hard.

At this moment, the two were competing against each other, without skill, gentleness, or pity.

All that exists is fervor, passion, and desire!

However, in addition to lust, this desire also inexplicably includes a competitive spirit and a desire to conquer.

In a short while, the lip gloss on Hot Yizha's lips was smudged all over her cheeks, chin, ears, and neck.

Her long dress, which was already hanging precariously, had long since come off during their struggle.

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An hour later, the room finally quieted down.

Having entered a state of sage-like composure, Xu Lang calmed down somewhat.

He brushed aside his hot, tied-up hair and said:

"I want to correct what I said before. What I can give you, besides photography skills, is this body."

Hot-faced, she blushed and muttered something under her breath.

"I read in a book that to conquer a man, you must first conquer his body, so even if it's just his body, I want it!"

"Snapped!"

Enraged, Xu Lang slapped Re Yizha's buttocks hard.

"Can't you read some serious books? People say that if you want to win a man's heart, you have to win his stomach first."

"What?! Cooking can't compare to the directness of sex!"

"Well..."

Xu Lang was speechless at Re Yizha's theory.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"What, is that not right?"

"Yes, that's fucking right!"

Xu Lang rolled over, trying to pin Re Yizha down beneath him.

As a result, they even got into a fierce competition.

"No, this time, I want to be on top!"