There is nothing in Chapter 3 that I do not know

"Do not hold the underwear in your hand, as it will get wrinkled. Hand it to me." Xiao Yong leaned down, grasped Ye Jiaying's hand, gently squeezed it, and rolled the small piece of fabric from her hand, casually hanging it on the armrest of the beach chair. His tone suggested that he was completely indifferent to the tempting scene before him.

After ten minutes, Ye Jiaying finally moved herself out of the spotlight. She trembled as she picked up the towel from the floor, grasping the car keys wrapped in the middle of the towel, and anxiously rushed out in her slippers

"Either you take this set of photos for me to prove that I have the qualities to become a model, or, as my mother says, I should just be a good child all the way. My mother only gives me one chance to try, and Uncle Tan said that the photos you take will surely impress my mother... What do you think?" Ye Jiaying retorted somewhat defiantly.

Is it not possible? Ye Jiaying felt somewhat unwilling.

Today has truly left Xiao Yong feeling quite frustrated, but he has finally found a breakthrough. He coldly stated: "This is your own problem. If you cannot resolve this issue within thirty minutes, I do not have the luxury of American time and resources to wait for you to find a depilator. Either submit the photos tonight, or this order will be canceled. What do you say?" Xiao Yong really does not care whether he can complete the tasks his friends assign him; for him, who is not currently short on money, there is no need to consider work issues. Now, whether to have this young lady take these photos has completely become a matter of face.

"After taking off the little girl's pants, there is nothing I cannot do." Xiao Yong's tone was extremely frivolous. Teasing such a little girl was indeed quite amusing. He did not believe that this little girl would actually let him do such a thing. That was simply too much of a boundary. In the current fashion industry or any other circle, there are indeed quite a few girls with loose pants, but judging by Ye Jiaying's shy and innocent appearance, she should not belong to that category. "Moreover, this is not a particularly difficult task anyway." Xiao Yong tilted his chin towards the razor that Ye Jiaying was merely holding in her hand and said, "This is a man's tool; it seems it still needs to be used by a man." In the current fashion industry or any other circle, there are indeed quite a few girls with loose pants, but judging by Ye Jiaying's shy and innocent appearance, she should not belong to that category. "Moreover, this is not a particularly difficult task anyway." Xiao Yong tilted his chin towards the razor that Ye Jiaying was merely holding in her hand and said, "This is a man's tool; it seems it still needs to be used by a man."

Xiao Yong raised his eyebrows and teased, "So what are you planning to do? Go home... or should I help you with it?"

Xiao Yong revealed a self-deprecating smile. It turned out that he truly was this kind of good person, unexpectedly giving this little girl a chance at this moment, and actually believing such words. He lay back down on the beach chair, boredly staring at the gloomy ceiling

"Alright." Xiao Yong shrugged, bent down, and took out an electric shaver from Du Mark's canvas camera bag, tossing it to Ye Jiaying, saying, "Then I'll give you another ten minutes"

Ye Jiaying's head hung even lower; she now completely dared not look at Xiao Yong. She returned the razor to Xiao Yong, and at the moment their fingers touched, the young girl trembled nervously, leaning back slightly as if wanting to escape. She forcibly suppressed the urge to flee, standing quietly and waiting for Xiao Yong's instructions

So, in order to be a model, you are truly willing to make a lot of sacrifices. Xiao Yong chuckled, withdrawing a hint of teasing and replacing it with a sense of earnestness. "Give me the razor. And the books"

"You ... ... you ... ..." Ye Jiaying's face turned completely red. She slightly lowered her head, appearing extremely adorable. "... ... you really can?" However, she filtered out the teasing implications in Xiao Yong's words, and she vaguely felt that Xiao Yong indeed could.

Xiao Yong rolled his eyes, completely taken aback that this young girl was genuinely so determined to become a model. The fashion industry, for many, requires an almost reckless passion; without such fervor, even entry is impossible, let alone achieving success. This kind of reckless pursuit, this resolute sacrifice and investment, often begins in such scenarios. Ye Jiaying chose a path for herself, but Xiao Yong did not give her any opportunity to choose.

"Lie on the beach chair and take off... um... take off your underwear," Xiao Yong said. His tone had grown cold, just as it had been when he was stern earlier. Ye Jiaying complied, lying back on the beach chair, straining to tilt her head back, tightly closing her eyes. She was so tense that her trembling hands almost failed to grasp the side ties of the bikini underwear accurately. After several attempts, she finally loosened the knot, clutching that tiny piece of white fabric tightly in her hand. Ye Jiaying's two long, white, elegantly curved thighs were pressed tightly together, bending to one side. The movement to the side, while blocking Xiao Yong's view from the edge—his exploration of the most mysterious part of her femininity—also exposed her equally alluring curves. The skin and figure that belonged solely to a youthful girl were incredibly enticing. At this moment, Ye Jiaying's expression was indistinguishable from that of a girl waiting for and anticipating her lover's first entry into her body. This expression, ripe for the taking, greatly enhanced the sense of temptation.

When asking the question "Do you know?", it is likely that Ye Jiaying did not fully understand what it meant

Ye Jiaying blushed suddenly, her face turning bright red. Although she was laughably immature as a model, she understood what Xiao Yong was saying.

I have a blade, can you wait for me for a moment? Ye Jiaying suddenly lowered her head, unwilling to move her steps away from that expanse of pure white light. After a while, she raised her head and, with immense determination, said, "Is that okay?"

Just now, while wearing a bikini, she spent almost half the time struggling with the dense body hair between her legs. The bikini bottoms, which fit snugly against her body without any need for adjustment, left no room for the body hair. It was clearly visible, the uneven tuft standing out, and the white bikini she was wearing only accentuated the color of the body hair. Not being a professional model, she would not bother to manage such details of her body to ensure that she could wear any outfit without issue. It was clearly visible, the uneven tuft standing out, and the white bikini she was wearing only accentuated the color of the body hair. Not being a professional model, she would not bother to manage such details of her body to ensure that she could wear any outfit without issue. And this is not a problem that can be concealed by any innate conditions or postnatal care.

This time, within five minutes, Ye Jiaying ran back. She hadn't even wrapped her bath towel properly. With a hint of tears in her voice, she said: "I... I can't do it..."

Oh? Xiao Yong curled his lips and asked, "Do you really want to take this set of photos that much?"