Today is magazine shoot day.
Tiger sat on a chair against the wall, smoking a cigarette as if bored, blowing out a few leisurely smoke rings from time to time.
Under the layers of lights, you will pose in various poses with the photographer.
Will always be beautiful. Hu thought.
Tiger lowered his head and looked at the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, trying his best to ignore the influence that someone had on him. The cigarette that was not smoked was quietly burning by itself. Threads of smoke rose up, drifted away, and wrapped around Tiger's fingers. I couldn't help but raise my eyes and look at the man again. His slender fingers lifted up the half-open shirt, revealing the shaved collarbone. He leaned back slightly and squinted his eyes. The flashlight kept flashing, illuminating the man's face with bright colors.
Sure enough, it's better not to watch it. Tiger thought resignedly and smoked the unfinished cigarette furiously.
Tiger likes generals. It's been a long time.
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