Chapter 83

　Song Ning had never imagined what a studio used by a Twitter influencer for taking photos would look like, so he was somewhat shocked when he walked into Qi Ya’s photo studio.

　　What first caught Song Ning’s attention were the lights—all sorts of lights that weren’t lit yet, all pointing in one direction, towards a white curtain.

　　Near the top of the curtain was a curtain box, presumably containing many other curtains of different colors and backgrounds.

　　The bottom of the curtain was laid on the ground, and at the end stood a stand with two obviously expensive DSLR cameras fixed on it. Next to the DSLR cameras were two 60-inch screens, which stood there vertically, their purpose unknown.

　　This set of professional-looking photography equipment occupied nearly half of the room, while the other half was filled with photos of all sizes framed in pictures. The photos were stacked on the floor, and some of them revealed the true face of the girl in the photos, which was Qi Ya.

　　What surprised Song Ning even more were the several life-size photos hanging on the wall. Each photo showcased her graceful figure from various angles, and none of them were alike, but they all had one thing in common: they were all completely naked.

　　One photo showed a delicate collarbone, another a fair and fragrant shoulder, another a sexy back, another a round and perky buttocks, another a long and slender thigh, another a pair of delicate feet, and then there was another photo that Song Ning couldn’t help but stare at for a long time. It was a close-up of a girl’s private parts, and it was also the only photo featuring a character other than Qi Ya.

　　In the photo, Qi Ya’s hands reach through the back of her legs below her knees from both sides, forcefully spreading her legs apart. Her shy smile is between her legs, and even with makeup, her youthful innocence cannot be hidden.

　　A pair of white-gloved hands appeared at the base of Qi Ya’s thighs, with two fingers on each side pressing on her labia and pulling them apart to reveal a slightly open, pink vaginal opening and a hazy, slightly whitish membrane.

　　Song Ning knew what it was, and roughly understood the significance of the painting, so he stopped staring at it.

　　Qi Ya stepped out of Song Ning’s arms, skillfully started the equipment, and said with a hint of pride:

　　”How about it? My studio, which I use specifically for taking photos, is pretty good, isn’t it? Usually, nobody comes here, but since you’re here today, I have to show it off!”

　　Song Ning asked in confusion:

　　”Where’s your photographer? He can’t just not come, can he?”

　　He never thought he was really there to take photos today. When he arrived at Qi Ya’s house and found that it was just the two of them, Song Ning became even more certain of this.

　　It wasn’t until Qi Ya said that no one usually comes to this studio that he realized things might not be as he thought.

　　Qi Ya asked in a strange tone:

　　”Did you hire a photographer to take those sex photos of you and Sister Yi?”

　　Song Ning shook her head, and the girl said in a matter-of-fact tone:

　　”Yeah, you only take selfies, how can I dare to hire a photographer? What if the photographer I hire is a pervert like Ning and tries to grope me? What am I, a young girl, supposed to do?”

　　Song Ning really didn’t expect that Qi Ya’s photos were all taken by herself. She would occasionally post some selfies with her phone on Twitter, but it seems that she couldn’t take selfies for photoshoots, especially those taken with a DSLR camera!

　　”Brother Ning, come and see!”

　　After Qi Ya started up the equipment, she waved to Song Ning to come over. Song Ning walked to the screen with curiosity and then discovered that the two vertical 60-inch screens were showing images of herself and Qi Ya.

　　”Surveillance? No, from the perspective of video footage…”

　　Song Ning stared at the two screens, pondering. The images on the screens were viewed from different angles: one at eye level, the other slightly upwards. From a visual perspective…

　　”It’s those two SLR cameras!”

　　He suddenly understood, and Qi Ya explained:

　　”Brother, look, those two screens are the camera’s live feed. I can look at the screens to adjust my pose, and once I’m all ready, I can just press the remote to take the picture!”

　　What she said was basically the same as what Song Ning was thinking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure on the opposite wall, which reminded him of another question.

　　”What do you do when you take photos of your back? A lot of your photos on Twitter are of your back!”

　　To showcase her brand of lingerie, Qi Ya doesn’t just need to shoot from the front. For underwear, the coverage and lift of the buttocks are more important than the front view, so it’s inevitable that a lot of side and back views need to be shot.

　　Qi Ya hugged his arm and pulled it close to her chest, her soft breasts pressing against Song Ning’s arm. She tilted her head up and said playfully:

　　”Hehe! Brother, guess!”

　　Song Ning had no idea. He frowned and pondered for a while, then shook his head to indicate that he really couldn’t guess.

　　”Brother, look!”

　　Qi Ya pulled Song Ning around and pointed to a corner of the screen where a full-length mirror reflected the two 60-inch screens.