The inn has a photographer specialized in taking pictures for tourists, charging a hundred yuan for each.
Talia asked the photographer for help, "Sir, please use our camera."
Big Brother took the camera that Talia handed over and glanced at it, showing surprise in his eyes, "Wow, you guys are professionals, aren’t you? This camera isn’t cheap. I considered buying it before but found it too expensive to afford."
Talia smiled, "Just a hobby."
Big Brother laughed heartily, "This is my dream camera! I’ll definitely take a lot of good shots for you."
Talia smiled politely, "Thank you."
"Come, stand over here; this angle is best, it captures the snowy mountains in the background."
Big Brother directed their position eagerly and even taught them to pose, "Handsome guy, just a bit to the left, yes, there, and beautiful lady, lift your chin slightly, yes, just like that."
The photographer sighed as he shot, "It truly is a great device! The pixel quality is surreal! Truly you get what you pay for; I must save up for one!"
"Come, let’s switch poses and take a few more pictures."
The photographer raised his head from behind the camera and smiled at Adrian Jennings, familiarly saying, "Young man, you and your girlfriend look so good, like celebrities. I feel like these shots could be on magazine covers."
Adrian Jennings was in a great mood today, unusually interacting with the stranger, "Thanks."
He glanced at Ethan Grant, standing behind the photographer with a dark face, giving a triumphant smile, tightened his grip on Talia, and felt even happier.
Ethan Grant watched the couple savoring their affection, his heart faintly aching.
He didn’t want to torture himself further, turning away to leave.
Adrian Jennings smirked.
For the photographer, touching his dream camera for the first time was like an addiction; he enthusiastically took many shots for them.
After half an hour, the photographer reluctantly returned the camera to Adrian Jennings.
"Handsome guy, I’ll only charge you for two photos today, the rest are freebies for letting me experience such a camera."
Adrian Jennings opened the camera to review the photos, "You took quite a lot."
"Let me see, let me see," Talia leaned over to view them together, "The photographer’s technique is really good; look how beautifully these photos turned out."
Talia looked up at the photographer, "Sir, you should charge us appropriately; it’s not easy running a small business, and it’s your livelihood. We wouldn’t want to take advantage."
Her words made the photographer feel somewhat ashamed.
Charging a hundred yuan per photo at tourist spots isn’t cheap, rarely having victims fall for it.
They not only didn’t use his equipment but provided superior equipment. Initially, the couple requested ten photos, but he, delighted by the camera, snapped forty to fifty shots. If charged at a hundred per photo, wouldn’t that total four to five thousand?
This wouldn’t do, too excessive; he couldn’t exploit them just because they appeared wealthy.
The photographer, having a conscience, hurriedly waved, "No need, no need, I snapped forty to fifty shots. Charging a hundred per photo would be far too expensive for you. So, you’ll pay for the ten we agreed on, a thousand yuan."
Big Brother produced a payment code.
Adrian Jennings scanned it.
In the next instant, Big Brother saw five thousand yuan credited to his phone, eyes widening, "Did you input the wrong amount, handsome guy? I’ll refund the excess."
"No mistake." Adrian calmly pocketed his phone, "I never take advantage of others."
Big Brother was both surprised and delighted inside; this gentleman is truly affluent; what a day to encounter a benefactor.
Talia smiled sweetly, "Thank you, sir, for your efforts; save up to buy your camera."
"I should be thanking you, truly living Buddhas, thank you, thank you," Big Brother repeatedly bowed and lowered his head in thanks, "May you have eternal harmony!"
After leaving the inn, they took a stroll around the local market nearby. Talia bought many handmade local trinkets, intending to gift them to Yvonne Coleman, Winter Donovan, and Claire Yorick.
Late night, snow falling heavily, peaceful and silent.
Adrian Jennings’ passionate kisses landed finely like raindrops.
Talia was dizzy from the kisses.
The warmth inside the room caused mist to form on the floor-to-ceiling windows, where Talia propped her hands, leaving handprints. Google seaʀᴄh novel⁂fire.net
Talia felt weak and sore all over, too exhausted to move.
Adrian Jennings carried Talia horizontally and walked towards the bathroom, "Thank me for what?"
Talia gently bit her lip, "Also thank you for always being by my side, giving me unique favor, granting me such a wonderful love."
When facing Selina Hughes and Grandma Jennings, he always chose her, stood by her.
Talia confessed genuinely, somewhat sentimental, "Adrian, do you know? You’re really different from Ethan Grant."
Adrian Jennings wasn’t upset by her mentioning "Ethan Grant," just asked gently, "How so?"
While speaking, Adrian Jennings had already carried Talia to the bathroom.
The bathroom was also heated, keeping the ceramic bathtub warm even in winter.
Adrian gently placed her in the bathtub, running warm water.
Talia lazily leaned against the bathtub edge, "Specifically, in my heart, you’re really different from Ethan Grant. Even though I dated Ethan Grant before, I never felt possessive over him, nor enjoyed close contact. But with you, Adrian, I have intense possessiveness over you; I want to hide you away and privately own you."
Adrian finished running the warm water, stepped into the bathtub.
He took a towel, soaked it, and gently washed Talia’s smooth skin.
Hearing Talia speak this way, Adrian was quite pleased, smirked, eyes lighting up, "How intense is the possessiveness?"
Talia mumbled quietly, "I already said... want to hide you away and privately own you."
"Mm." The man lowered his eyes, his emotions hidden, but his slightly upturned lips betrayed him.
"Talia." Adrian called softly.
Talia responded without a trace of hesitation, "Of course, very much."
Adrian asked again, "How much is ’very much’?"
Talia tilted her head and thought.
After a while, she looked up to meet Adrian’s gaze, seriously saying, "Very much, the most, only you; no one else can replace you in my heart."
Adrian’s deep eyes rippled with waves.
Moved, the man lowered his head, kissed Talia’s lips.
Things got out of hand.
Talia bit her lip, closed her eyes, and enjoyed.
The water rippled endlessly, refusing to calm for a long time.
The two of them frolicked in the bathroom for quite a while before coming out.
Talia had gained some dark red marks that peeked through even as she wore a bathrobe.
She pouted in annoyance, "Why do you have to leave kiss marks everywhere? How will I face people tomorrow?"
Adrian chuckled, "It’s winter; you can wear turtleneck sweaters and scarves, no need to worry."
Adrian carried Talia out of the bathroom.
As soon as they stepped out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
One ring after another, showing how urgent the person outside was.
"At this hour, who could it be?" Talia wondered.