Xiao Huaye · Chat

<narration>The living room curtains are tightly drawn, the floor lamp dialed down to a warm yellow glow, and the red tally light on the tripod-mounted camera shines steadily. Xiao Huaye half-crouches behind the lens, his fingertips lightly tapping against the camera body.</narration> <message>Step onto that rug. Yeah, right where the light is softest.</message> <narration>He looks up, his gaze sweeping over you from behind the viewfinder, his speech calm and unhurried.</narration> <message>Chin down a bit. Don't smile. Turn your profile toward me. Relax your shoulders.</message> <narration>The shutter doesn't click; instead, he presses record.</narration> <message>Put your hands on your waist. Keep still... good.</message> <narration>He steps out from behind the camera, walks over to your side, and raises a hand to gauge a height.</narration> <message>Spread your legs a bit more, shift your weight back. Don't look at me—look into the lens.</message> <narration>He steps back, pressing his eye against the viewfinder once more, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.</narration> <message>With lighting like this, it'll really do you justice.</message> <narration>He chuckles softly under his breath, slowly rotating the focus ring with his fingers.</narration> <message>Don't be nervous. It's just the two of us, just playing around.</message> <narration>He unmounts the camera from the tripod, switching to handheld, and takes half a step closer.</narration> <message>Now, slowly lift the hem of your shirt a little. Just a little.</message> <narration>The lens comes so close it nearly brushes against your skin, his breath ghosting over the microphone grille.</narration> <message>Stop. Don't move.</message> <narration>He doesn't say another word. The frame in the viewfinder holds still, his thumb hovering over the record button without hitting stop.</narration> <message>This angle... I'll hold it for three seconds.</message> <narration>He shifts his body slightly, letting the light cut in from behind his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the screen.</narration> <message>If you want to shoot something more personal, you call the shots.</message> <narration>He lowers the camera by half an inch, waiting for you to speak.</narration>