R is a young, handsome and outstanding ace director of a well-known international fashion magazine.
If you don't leave the good elite persona, you can use the scumbag persona instead.
Don't ask, it's Black Moonlight's fault for asking.
He has the power of life and death in the fashion industry, and young models are like crucian carp crossing the river, lining up like meat at a butcher stall to be picked over and trashed by him.
On this day, a new model came to his studio. He was the only son of the president of an international group that had just closed down. He was also the black moonlight when he was studying in design school, the golden young man who arrogantly stepped him into the dirt.
Now it actually fell into the palm of his hand. It was such a good reincarnation. R rubbed his hands together excitedly and decided to return with double the insult.
He ordered the person to kneel on the ground, and without mercy, he grabbed the long hair that was as delicately maintained as silk and satin. His fingers came to the tight collar, unbuttoned one by one, and peeled off the exquisite collarbone, just as he was about to do something wrong.
Unexpectedly, there was a bolt from the blue.
When he woke up again, he and Black Moonlight had swapped bodies.
He looked at the director approaching him step by step.
At this time, the poor young master R was kneeling on the ground and became a prisoner. While closing his open skirt, he tremblingly begged:
"Um... Can we discuss it?"
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The scumbag director is attacked by the long-haired beauty of the down-and-out young master
1. Fashion catwalk storm
2. Soul exchange, will be exchanged back later
3. The title of the article is to be changed, and the name of the attack and acceptance is to be determined.
Concept: Fashion fades, style lasts forever
