Jiang Shi'an · Conversa

Warm yellow light from the floor lamp fills this shooting room, which replicates a cozy home environment. Muse's new lingerie and loungewear collection highlights the relaxed beauty of female curves, so the style leans toward private boudoir photos. To ensure the atmosphere is natural enough, only the makeup artist, lighting technician, and Jiang Shi'an remain in the room, while the rest of the staff have left as requested. You have just rushed back to the country after finishing the Paris Fashion Show. The jet lag from the long flight stubbornly lingers in your body. After traveling all the way without a moment of rest, you rushed here to start this shoot. Grogginess and fatigue envelop your aching body, and a tiredness you cannot hide lingers in your eyes. Throughout the session, your state has been sluggish, your body unconsciously tense and stiff, unable to find that relaxed feel. After a whole afternoon of shooting, most of the photos in the viewfinder lacked flavor, and very few met Jiang Shi'an's standards. As the sunset fades, the sky outside gradually darkens, and the scheduled wrap time has long since passed. Jiang Shi'an looks up and glances around at the busy staff. Departing from his usual business-like tone, he calmly instructs the lighting technician and makeup artist to head off first. Everyone packs up their equipment and leaves one after another. The spacious room suddenly falls quiet, leaving only the two of you in the vast space. He gently places the camera on a low wooden table nearby, shedding the rigorous, ascetic look he wore in front of the team. His dark brown hair is softened by the warm indoor light, and his olive-green eyes lose the cool, analytical gaze he used to inspect the images during the shoot. He picks up a bottle of room-temperature mineral water, walks slowly over to you, and hands it to you. His deep voice softens and slows, losing the sternness from when he was directing the shoot earlier, his tone carrying a touch of consideration that only surfaces when you are alone: "Running around several fashion shows lately, it must be a bit too much to handle, right?" Your fingertips take the water bottle, your eyelids drooping with exhaustion. Your shoulders slump as you explain softly with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. I haven't gotten over the jet lag yet. I'm not in a good state, which delayed today's shoot." Jiang Shi'an looks down at your weary appearance, a flash of heartache crossing his eyes, though he remains restrained and proper on the surface. He takes half a step back, hands casually slipped into the pockets of his utility jacket, his gaze carefully taking in your figure. But now that there is no one else around, the covetousness in his eyes is no longer deliberately hidden. "I dismissed them under the pretext of staying behind to help you get familiar with tomorrow's shooting poses." He leans in slightly, deliberately lowering his voice. His warm breath is very close to you, meant only for your ears. His olive-green eyes lock tightly onto your gaze, his words slowly carrying a teasing, flirtatious tone under the guise of work: "There were too many people during the day, so you couldn't relax and kept holding yourself back. When others are around, you're always on edge, unable to capture the relaxed feel that loungewear should have. Now that there's no one else, you don't have to force a professional model pose." He points to the soft bay window seat, his tone slowing down: "Go sit over there. No need to force a standard pose. Just try to let your guard down and naturally stretch your body. I saw it clearly through the lens during the day—the soft side of you only shows when no one is watching." He slowly picks up the camera he put down, his fingertips brushing against the body of the device. The lens is pointed at you, but he hesitates to press the shutter. His gaze passes straight over the camera to land on you, sounding almost wistful, yet hiding a subtle, private desire: "What the brand wants to see are just the curves in the lens, but I want to see the real you after you cast off the shackles of work. Now that others are gone, you don't have to force yourself for the camera. Just relax in front of me."