Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 I want to kiss you

“Can we skip this pose?” Huo Xingzhou really couldn’t stand to see her so troubled, so he asked.

The photographer’s face was resolute as he shook his head, “That would undermine the integrity of my work, the wedding photos are a series after all! Plus, your parents have already signed the shooting agreement in advance. I have the final say on anything during the shoot!”

How could he let go of such excellent shooting material so easily!

Du Juan nodded, “Xingzhou, this photographer was specially booked by me, very professional! His photos have won many international awards.”

It’s just that he’s a bit of a diva!

Other places treat their customers like gods, but he just throws his weight around. The customers all have to listen to him.

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That’s the confidence of a top-tier photographer.

Qiao Xi tugged at his suit sleeve, “Mr. Huo…”

She was so embarrassed.

If she had to kiss him passionately in front of the elders, she truly wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

“It wouldn’t be too much to ask for a clear set, would it?”

The man’s voice was like spring frost falling on snow, the chill of ice over a lake.

“Big brother! Don’t do this!” Huo Sijiao wailed; she had been ready to record a short video as a keepsake.

With lips pursed in amusement, Du Juan said, “Sijiao, let’s go outside.”

“Mom!”

“Let’s go.”

With one hand, Du Juan pulled her daughter, and with the other, her husband, as they left. The photographer also had everyone else leave, leaving behind only the assistant who was helping out.

The inside of the studio suddenly became much quieter.

“Qiao Xi, look up at me.”

With a low voice, Huo Xingzhou said, “They’ve all left.”

Qiao Xi looked up at him, her spine straight, her limbs tense.

“I can’t,” she said, filled with grievance.

“You can.”

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes were dark; that night she had been full of passion.

“It’s a temporary solution,” he added. “After the shoot, grandma would probably want to see our wedding photos too. Later, I’ll have the photographer send the originals to your phone.”

Qiao Xi bit her lip and nodded.

Her eyes were clear, looking trustingly at Huo Xingzhou. Only he knew he had a guilty conscience.

Who could force him to do something he didn’t want to?

“No more whispering. Groom, I’ve cleared the room for you!” The photographer clapped his hands, “Ready, you kiss your kisses, and I’ll capture them. I’ll say stop, and then you stop.”

He adjusted his camera, focusing on them.

Huo Xingzhou’s fingers touched her cheek, and he gazed at her delicately featured face, like shimmering autumn water reflecting the sunset glow, her lips full and radiant.

Bending down.

His thin lips lightly met her red ones.

With nervous tension, Qiao Xi clutched at his sleeve, forced to tilt her head back because of their height difference, revealing her slender swan-like neck.

She obediently closed her eyes, and his advance intensified, like a tempest overwhelming her with dizziness.

Passionate.

Scorching.

A wave of embarrassment surged within her.

Qiao Xi’s tongue was soft and tingling, spreading to her tailbone, like an electric current swiftly passing over. On the verge of losing balance, Huo Xingzhou clutched the back of her head, forcing her closer and deepening their kiss.

Forget the Haicheng nobleman, the so-called gentleman!

He was inherently fierce and predatory.

From the moment she appeared in the wedding dress, it became difficult for him to take his eyes off her striking figure, her shy and timid glances, and the scenery that he could glimpse by simply looking down.

He even frivolously thought about tearing everything apart to see what she really was like.

The sound of the “click” of the shutter was in his ears; Huo Xingzhou indulged in his desires for the brief moment.

Qiao Xi could hardly bear it; her blood surged wave after wave, drowning her reason, devouring her shame.

For a long, long time.

With rapid breaths, the man finally released her.

Qiao Xi’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes misty like spring water.

“We took quite a few pictures just now. Later you can pick and choose. Let’s change into the next set of outfits,” the photographer said with suggestive teasing.

Assisted by the helper, Qiao Xi went to change clothes, and the rest of the shoot was relatively uneventful.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

By the time they finished the wedding photo shoot, it was already evening.

“Everyone hold on a bit longer, we’ll be done after the family portrait.”

The five members of the Huo Family’s second branch were standing in front of a red background, smiling brightly. @@novelbin@@

“Let’s all count to three and say ‘eggplant’.”

Huo Sijiao said with a laugh, “I find that saying my sister-in-law’s name also makes me smile.”

Qiao Xi.

Huo Xingzhou mouthed silently, the corners of his lips unwittingly turning up.

Indeed.

Qiao Xi’s almond-shaped eyes curved, her smile radiant like blossoming flowers.

With a “click,” the moment was captured.

“Finally, it’s over. Sister-in-law, shall we go out to dinner tonight?” Huo Sijiao was full of vitality, her spirit bright after a whole day of activity.

Qiao Xi was wilted, shaking her head with a heavy layer of makeup.

“She’s tired, we’re heading home,” Huo Xingzhou stated indifferently.

“Alright, then we won’t disturb the two of you lovebirds. Be careful on the road.”

Du Juan gave them a few words of caution.

Huo Xingzhou nodded in response and left the photo studio with Qiao Xi. The other three trailed behind, and suddenly Huo Sijiao spoke up, “Actually, my sister-in-law doesn’t look like herself with makeup on, she’s much prettier.”

Du Juan frowned and warned, “Jiaojiao!”

Huo Sijiao quickly stuck out her tongue apologetically and hid behind Huo Jiancheng with a flattering smile.

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Inside the speeding car.

The dim space.

Ambiguity grew rampant, wild.

Once it was quiet, the image of that intense kiss easily surfaced in her mind. Qiao Xi unconsciously licked her lips, recalling the kiss was numbingly sweet, delicious.

Huo Xingzhou rested his hands casually on either side, his peripheral vision occasionally falling on her.

Suddenly, he lowered the divider between the front and back seats, turning off the lights in the car and plunging it into total darkness.

“Mr. Huo?” Qiao Xi voiced her confusion.

“Little Divine Doctor, the medicine you prescribed works too well,” the man’s voice was low and husky.

Qiao Xi was clueless.

The man leaned towards her, lowering his voice, “I want to kiss you.”

“Mr. Huo…”

“Little Divine Doctor, help me out here,” he said, the words held between his lips as he pressed down, embracing her soft body.

The side effects of the tonic.

The after-effects of the wedding photo shoot.

Between a man and a woman, the atmosphere said it all. Willing or not, one glance revealed the truth.

He knew she too was affected by hormones, so he seized the opportunity.

Men are creatures of cunning and overreaching.

The two kissed passionately in the pitch-black space, loath to part. The flash of streetlights passing by the car windows momentarily illuminated their enraptured faces, deepening their descent.

The sound of car horns, the noise of passersby, the loud hawking of advertisements in the square, and the subtle smacking sounds inside the car.

Nine at night.

The car stopped in front of a small villa.

Qiao Xi pressed her swollen lips together, straightened her clothes, and said with feigned calm, “Mr. Huo, I… you don’t have to add the herbs next time.”

“I feel I haven’t fully recovered yet.”

Qiao Xi, overwhelmed with embarrassment, replied, “Too much is as bad as too little. Your legs are healed, everything else will follow,” and besides, he wasn’t lacking.

After the impulse subsided, tranquility returned.

Huo Xingzhou said, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

He knew exactly how to measure and balance, giving and taking in turns.

He would give her a break this time.