I’m Really a Superstar

at night.

The time went to eleven o'clock.

Didi, beep, the heating was no longer warm enough, so Lao Wu adjusted the air conditioner up a few degrees. In fact, it's not that the temperature in the room is low, how can it be too cold with both heating and air conditioning? The main reason is that the room is relatively large, and Zhang Ye and Wu Zeqing don't wear much clothes. Zhang Ye's hair is half wet and half covered. Wearing a bathrobe, Sister Wu was still wearing the white sweater and a thin long skirt, so naturally she felt a little colder.

The air conditioner keeps heating, which makes it much more comfortable.

Zhang Ye pointed and said, "Delete this one, I didn't bother to delete it just now."

She said: "You're not in a hurry to sleep, are you? Let's take a look at the computer."

"Yes." Zhang Ye also reacted, "It's too troublesome to take a camera to look at it. It's convenient on the computer. You can save it directly. If it's not good, just expand and delete it with the mouse."

"I'll get it." Wu Zeqing got up from the sofa, put a laptop with a large screen over, clicked on it, and then asked, "Is it cold? Do you want a coat?"

Zhang Ye waved his hand, "No, the air conditioner is quite sufficient."

Wu Zeqing nodded, she didn't wear anything either, "Then drink some hot tea."

The electric kettle was left on, and I quickly made a pot of tea, brought it over, and poured two cups each.

"Thank you." Zhang Ye took it and apologized. He took a warm sip and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Zeqing also sat down again, pursed her lips gracefully, took her laptop, put it on her lap, and synchronized the photos on her SLR. With a click of the mouse, Wu Zeqing skillfully opened my computer and clicked into a hard drive space. There were many folders there, and each folder was quite large. The data below roughly showed that there were more than a dozen

【Thirty years old】.

District tour].

【July 10th】.

[Alternate].

[Business trip to Nanjing, hotel].

[Various types of cheongsam, summary].

【This year, autumn and winter, home】.

Dozens of folders are filled with annotated abbreviations. Ordinary people may not understand them, but Zhang Ye understands that 80% of the dozen or so folders here are photos taken by Wu Zeqing over the years. If there are more than a dozen movies, that’s a lot. Your sister’s pictures are photos. Even if they are pictures with the quality and resolution of a SLR, a dozen GH is too many. Besides, this is definitely not all. They should all be the best and most satisfactory photos selected by Wu Zeqing. There are probably dozens or hundreds of photos that have been deleted or not included here.

Too fascinated

Lao Wu is a photography fanatic.

Zhang Ye didn't dare to say anything and just watched from the side.

Wu Zeqing right-clicked it, created a new folder, clicked to change the name, thought for a moment, and marked: [years ago, home, new].

"Okay, just keep it here and let's take a look." She said.

Zhang Ye stood next to her and helped her give advice, "Hey, I need this one, this... thigh one."

Wu Zeqing asked: "Are the high heels on the wrong side?"

"No." Zhang Ye put forward his opinion: "The shoes look more natural at this angle. If they are straight, they are not good. It seems too deliberate."

She smiled and said, "Okay, keep this one."

Click copy and pull it into this new folder.

Zhang Ye could give his opinions on most of these "normal" photos, and he dared to say so. But when it came to the later exposed photos, he actually had his own opinions, but he didn't dare to speak because He is a gay man, so I am really embarrassed to say it.

But Zhang Ye didn't say anything, but Wu Zeqing asked.

"Xiao Zhang, where is this one?" she asked.

"Okay." Zhang Ye said vaguely.

She smiled and asked, "What does it mean?"

Zhang Ye said: "Uh, ahem, I mainly listen to you."

She said: "I think it's okay, and I also want to ask your opinion. Otherwise, why don't I ask you to choose the photos together? And these were taken by you, and you have the most say."

Seeing this, Zhang Ye stopped being pretentious and cleared his throat and said: "I think this one is a little bit worse. It's not as good as the one just now. Yes, it's not as good as this one. You... your breasts are very beautiful, and... they're also very... , although the side angle particularly shows off your figure and looks very different, the overall feeling is better when viewed from the front or from the front, such as this one, you see how beautiful it is, it is really beautiful." It is not convenient to use words. , such as big breasts, Zhang Ye would use that and that instead.

Wu Zeqing was not embarrassed, but Zhang Ye was.

She looked at Zhang Ye and said, "Let's keep these two. You said the overall one is average but I quite like it, because I used to take photos by myself and couldn't take photos from this angle, so I have to keep one."

Zhang Ye said: "Of course, it's my personal opinion."

Thinking back to when he met Wu Zeqing for the first time on the plane, Zhang Ye never imagined that one day, he and Wu Zeqing would sit at home and comment on Lao Wu's exposed photos on the computer? Zhang Ye had never thought about it. Happiness was so sudden.

one piece

Five...

ten

Many photos were saved.

Zhang Ye felt that his relationship with Wu Zeqing was getting closer step by step. It was closer than when he was the spokesperson for her nephew and when he was celebrating his birthday with "Mulan Poetry" in the afternoon.

He stretched out his hand to pour tea, tired of looking at it.

Wu Zeqing was dragging the computer with her legs in one position, and she was probably not feeling comfortable anymore. She took off her slippers, moved her legs to the sofa, turned to the other side, grabbed a small blanket and covered her two long skirts. Beautiful feet in stockings, I continued to put the computer on my lap to select photos.

"This one is good, what do you think, Xiao Zhang?"

"Yeah, this is good, this is good."

"This time we agree on the same opinion, save it."

"Hey, this one looks good too."

"Will this look like my breasts are sagging?"

"How could it be possible? This isn't sagging at all. It's just natural gravity. Because it's too...because the size is so good, it should be this wide. It has nothing to do with sagging."

"Yeah?"

"Believe me, this is really the case."

"But this one also shows a little bit of my belly."

"Your tummy is not fat. If you expose it a little, it will make you look more comfortable. As far as this photo is concerned, I think this little tummy is just right and very beautiful."

"Haha, okay then, keep it."

At this time, Wu Zeqing was tired of sitting in the new posture, so he picked up the computer casually, returned his thighs, took out his legs from the blanket, tilted them to Zhang Ye's side, and tilted his legs to Zhang Ye's side. Over there, then gently cover yourself with a small blanket to cover your feet to avoid catching a cold. Because Zhang Ye and Wu Zeqing were sitting next to each other looking at the computer, they couldn't be too far away. When Wu Zeqing's feet came over, they took up a little space. Zhang Ye couldn't move further away, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the screen. Now , Wu Zeqing's feet also touched the outside of Zhang Ye's legs.

Just a little bit.

A touching touch.

Through the bathrobe, Zhang Ye could clearly feel a touch on the upper and outer part of his thigh - no need to ask, it must be Wu Zeqing's toes.

"Read on?"

"Ahem, okay."

"There aren't many pictures left. Let's delete these. The lighting is bad."

Twenty minutes later, the photos were all sorted.

Wu Zeqing began to organize some, deleting all the photos that should be deleted. There were some pretty good photos that were not ideal but could not bear to be deleted, so she stored them in an alternative folder.

Get it done.

Done

Zhang Ye rubbed his thighs, which were sore. Yu Jian also put his legs on the sofa and sat up cross-legged. However, when he did this, his left foot turned to the right side, just in time to touch the two beautiful feet lying there. Ye had taken a shower before, and had no clothes except a bathrobe and underwear. Of course, he didn't wear socks. Immediately, there was a silky feeling on the soles of his front feet. It was the stockings on Wu Zeqing's feet. The rustling sound made Zhang The soles of Ye's feet started to itch.

"I'm sorry, Sister Wu." Zhang Ye said.

Wu Zeqing's eyes were filled with tenderness, "It's okay, you can cover her up a little, it's cold at night." She gently picked up the blanket on her feet, covered Zhang Ye with some, and included Zhang Ye's left foot.

During this period, their feet touched again.

Sister Wu's beautiful feet had been covered for a long time and were very warm. Zhang Ye's feet were cooler than hers.

"Are your feet so cold?" She felt it.

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm just not wearing socks."

She shook her head, "Then I just said I would give you a coat and you didn't want it. Did you get cold after splashing some cold water before when there was no hot water?"

"I'll just cover it myself." Zhang Ye put his hand under the blanket, and just a little bit, his hand inevitably touched Wu Zeqing's feet. The touch of his hands was much richer than that of her feet, and the smoothness of the silk stockings on her feet was even more intense. Zhang Ye's fingers dug into his heart and he wanted to touch it.

Wu Zeqing moved her feet, "Hey, your hands are colder than your feet. How can you cover up the heat? Take it away." She put her hand under the blanket and said, "I'll cover it for you."

Zhang Ye was frightened and said: "Don't, don't, where can this go?"

Wu Zeqing smiled gently, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ye quickly pushed her warm hand away slightly, "It's not appropriate. I'm sorry to trouble you. Just leave it alone. You'll be warm in a while."

"Okay, how old is it?" She smiled gently, took away Zhang Ye's hand, and held Zhang Ye's bare and cold feet, "Isn't the eldest sister ten years older than you? My nephew is about the same age as you, so why should I be embarrassed? You have been working hard for my eldest sister all day long, celebrating birthdays, moving things, and taking photos. If you catch a cold, I won’t give up, so don’t move."

"Don't, oh, my feet are dirty..."

"Didn't you just take a shower? Haha, it's okay. When my nephew was little, he was always clinging to me and would ask me to cover his feet like this in winter. "

Her hands were hot.

Zhang Ye's feet were warmed by just brushing them.

She asked: "How is it? Is it better?"

Zhang Ye was embarrassed and said: "It's much warmer, I can do it myself, don't do it."

She ignored him and held Zhang Ye's feet in different places. The soles of the feet, toes, and heels were all warmed up, and then she said gently: "Bring your hands, too."

"ah?"

"I'll cover your hands too."

"No need, Sister Wu."

"Hurry up, a common cold is caused by cold air in the hands and feet. If you don't cover the heat, you will definitely have a runny nose when you get up early tomorrow. Colds in winter are not easy to cure."