45: Chapter 45 Indecent Assault! I'm calling the police to arrest him!

"Only wearing underwear, and then taking another set?"

Song Ying looked at the photographer in front of her, every hair on her body standing on end, her toes curling into the ground from nervousness.

She stared at Qin Xun silently, stubbornly refusing to say a word or give in.

Seeing this, Qin Xun chuckled and put down the camera.

"Is that it?"

"We haven't even started yet."

"Wearing underwear doesn't reveal anything at all!"

Song Ying pursed her lips, wanting to say something but holding back.

Qin Xun looked at her with a playful expression and continued.

"After we finish shooting the underwear set, we'll take another set completely naked, with one hand covering your chest to block the two points, and the other hand covering the other point."

Seeing the young girl's expression change noticeably and become somewhat panicked, he feigned comfort.

"That way, it's still not revealing anything!"

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun, her hands clenched tight in nervousness.

She knew such photo shoots existed, and had even seen much bolder ones.

But she wasn't prepared to jump straight to that!

She was only eighteen!

These things should always be taken slowly.

Looking at the smug smile on Qin Xun's face, Song Ying's anger flared up. She pointed at his nose and said fiercely.

"I'm going to report you!"

Qin Xun shrugged.

"Go ahead."

Song Ying was stunned, then said again.

"I'll deduct your pay!"

Qin Xun didn't care.

"Go ahead."

Seeing him acting like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, Song Ying hopped up and down in frustration.

"I'll fire you!"

Qin Xun sighed.

"That's fine!"

Song Ying: "..."

She was about to cry from frustration!

No wonder this photographer wore a cowboy hat and a black mask; it wasn't some artistic style, but a perverted one.

Qin Xun looked at the young, naive girl before him and, using the tone of a school dean, offered some earnest advice.

"Young lady!"

"In the future, don't strip down like this in front of strangers."

"Men don't only harbor evil intentions towards women who are completely naked."

Song Ying felt strange.

How did this photographer suddenly become a life coach?

Isn't his job to take photos of various women every day?

Is he trying to ruin his own livelihood?

Song Ying frowned.

"Mind your own business!"

Suddenly!

"Wooo — — Wooo — —"

A rapid ambulance siren sounded downstairs.

Qin Xun turned his head and looked down from the window, seeing a stretcher carrying a young man into the ambulance.

It was the photographer he had been chatting with earlier; he must have been dehydrated from diarrhea.

No wonder he hadn't come back for so long.

Seeing Qin Xun distracted by the commotion outside while they were in a standoff, Song Ying felt he was looking down on her.

She became even more dissatisfied and said loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Xun turned his head, looked at the girl who was about to die of anger, and smiled slightly.

"I'm watching... this... photographer from the studio being taken to the ambulance!"

"He got diarrhea and ended up in an ambulance. Isn't that rare?"

Song Ying: "???"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The air in the room seemed to stop moving.

It was terrifyingly quiet.

Song Ying frowned, looked at Qin Xun, and asked word by word.

"Then who are you?"

Qin Xun took off the strap from his neck, placed the camera back on the stool, and said nonchalantly.

"I'm just a passerby, just a transient guest."

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun, the scenes from just moments ago flashing through her mind.

Head scratching? Posing? Butt sticking out? Seduction? Liberating nature?!

Song Ying was stunned.

She was stunned for a long, long time. After a while, she regained her senses.

Song Ying looked at the pervert in front of her wearing a mask, looking terrified, clutching her chest with both hands, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

The sound was very loud, almost drowning out the ambulance siren.

"In — decent — assault!"

Qin Xun: "!!!"

His eardrums were aching from the shock; he covered his ears with both hands and only lowered them after she stopped screaming.

Qin Xun looked at Song Ying, completely speechless.

"You were the one who stripped, I didn't force you."

Song Ying said angrily.

"Then why didn't you say you weren't the photographer first?"

Qin Xun raised an eyebrow.

"I tried to say it at least three times, but you interrupted me every time."

Song Ying shook her head and covered her ears.

"I'm not listening!"

"I don't care!"

Qin Xun: "..." Damn, this little shrew!

Gradually, a crowd gathered at the door, peeking inside and whispering among themselves.

Suddenly, a voice familiar to Qin Xun rang out from the crowd.

"Excuse me, please make way."

He turned his head and saw Xia Ning, dressed in professional attire, pushing through the crowd and walking in.

Xia Ning walked to the studio, looked at Qin Xun, who was wearing a mask and hat and dressed strangely, and then looked at the scantily clad girl beside him.

Her eyes were suspicious, and she frowned slightly.

"What happened between you two?"

Before Qin Xun could speak, Song Ying spoke first, pointing at Qin Xun's nose and cursing.

"Big sister, this pervert wanted to take nude photos of me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the door. Qin Xun: "!!!"

He turned to look at Song Ying, feeling more wronged than Dou E.

Upon hearing this, Xia Ning was startled, turned around, and closed the door, shutting out the onlookers.

She glared at Qin Xun, then looked at Song Ying, intending to clarify the reason. Although Qin Xun wasn't a saint, he wasn't that bad.

"Young lady, you..." Before she could finish, she saw Song Ying run to the changing room. After a while, she ran out dressed neatly and took out her phone.

She pointed at Qin Xun. "I'm going to call the police and have him arrested!"

Qin Xun: "???" Xia Ning was a bit nervous, quickly walked over, and pressed down on her phone. "Let's talk this over properly."

Qin Xun got angry, stopped Xia Ning, picked up the camera from the stool, opened the photos inside, and handed it to Xia Ning to see.

"Xia Ning, look, are there any nude photos in here?" "Why would the police believe her?"

Xia Ning looked down and saw that the interface showed an image of a pair of small feet. There were only feet, no person was captured. She instinctively glanced at Song Ying's feet.

Qin Xun pressed the buttons rapidly. Image after image flashed by, all of them were pairs of feet. While pressing, he explained the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening, Xia Ning breathed a sigh of relief. "It's all a misunderstanding."

Suddenly, she noticed Song Ying leaning her head over, staring at the camera for a while, her expression turning unpleasant.

Song Ying raised her head and stared at Qin Xun. "You... you pervert with a foot fetish."

"How boring!" Qin Xun snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Song Ying opened the door, looked at Qin Xun and Xia Ning, and made a gesture for them to leave.

"So you're all in on this together!" "Get out!" "I have important things to do later; I'll settle the score with you later!"

Seeing her aggressive demeanor, Xia Ning knew she had actually calmed down. Calling the police wouldn't help her win; it would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning pushed through the onlookers at the door and walked to the corridor outside the studio. They sat down on a chair not far away.

Seeing no more drama to watch, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Xia Ning checked the time; it was already 2:50, and it would soon be 3:00, the time she had agreed to meet the little rich girl.

Suddenly! Qin Xun and Xia Ning thought of a problem at the same time, looked at each other abruptly, their faces filled with strangeness, and said in unison. "Could it be..."

Xia Ning took out her phone and dialed the little rich girl's number. Qin Xun looked at the name displayed on her phone — "Ms. Song Ying" — and turned to glance at the closed door of Studio No. 6.

Through the door, the sound of a ringing phone could be faintly heard from inside. He couldn't help but curse. Coincidentally, it merged with Xia Ning's greeting.

Xia Ning: "Hello?" Qin Xun: "Fuck!"