The Aphrodisiac-carrying Man - Chapter 2.3

Translator: Rappapon Editor(?): Vemmy

Ling Mao Er played for a long time and the heat in his body slowly cooled down, ending his state of excitement. He combed his fur inch by inch to calm his mood.

Mu Mu rubbed Ling Mao Er’s head one last time, “I still have work to do so I can’t play with you anymore.”

As soon as Ling Mao Er heard that Mu Mu wanted to work, he shamelessly followed Mu Mu, curious about how the latter would retouch his photos.

With no other choice, Mu Mu relented, “Okay, you can come up here, but you can’t move around.”

Ling Mao Er jumped onto Mu Mu’s thigh and watched Mu Mu connect the camera to the computer so that he could upload all the pictures he took during the day.

Without a moment of delay, Ling Mao Er’s own face appeared on the screen, and although he had seen his own face many times, he still thought that his face was flawless.

Mu Mu saw that the Siamese cat’s focus on the display didnt lost to its interest in sharks. He thought it was funny and asked, “Do you also think he’s very beautiful?”

Ling Mao Er thought about the question and focused on word ‘also.’

He felt that Mu Mu’s compliment was hardly surprising since he was already beautiful. Shouldn’t people just tell the truth?

Mu Mu really enjoyed editing the pictures of Ling Mao Er because, unlike some models who required a great amount of effort in liquifying (photoshop lol), his photos was ready after little modification.

He liked pictures with a natural feeling and disliked doing too much post production on photos. However, there were some modeling agencies that would contact the photographer in private to express the desire to reduce the model’s fat, thin their face, and accentuate their b.r.e.a.s.t.s so that no shortcomings of the model were exposed which left him dumbfounded*.

( not being able to decide whether to laugh or cry)

Ling Mao Er’s modeling agency appeared to be confident in him as they had never given Mu Mu any requests. Even today, there was no topic related to the editing of the photo when he was sent home.

To be fair, Ling Mao Er was worthy of such confidence. Mu Mu looked at the photos and remembered the person he saw during the day and thought that pride was directly proportional to beauty. Especially during the second half, it felt like he was a completely different person and, for the first time in his many years of photography, there was a model who stood there and made his heart pound.

Mu Mu felt like the other person was staring at him with a feeling that wasn’t simple; he felt as if there was some kind of desire hidden beneath.

With this statement, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself because it was just a working relations.h.i.+p between a photographer and model after all. He was afraid that he had too many emotions.

Ling Mao Er obviously didn’t know what Mu Mu was thinking about during this time. The process of repairing the film was dull and after only ten minutes of watching, Ling Mao Er was bored. Tired after all the excitement that happened, Ling Mao Er yawned and fell into a dream accompanied by the faint scent of Mu Mu.

Mu Mu completed some of the pictures before realizing that the Siamese cat wasn’t moving. Looking down, the small fluffy troublemaker was curled up asleep on his thighs, the body falling and rising with its breaths.

Suddenly with the appearance of the cat, it wasn’t just one person working for long hours and even Mu Mu’s home felt warmer. The process of editing pictures didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Mu Mu couldn’t help but smile. He limited his movements, fearing that he would disturb the sleeping cat.