Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 285 - 285 281 Taking a Photo with Shen Yan

285: Chapter 281: Taking a Photo with Shen Yan 285: Chapter 281: Taking a Photo with Shen Yan Suppressing the pounding heartbeat, Ye Fan said with a light smile, “Then I’m truly honored.”

Following that, he changed the subject, “Right, you mentioned earlier that you had a great item to give me, what exactly is it?”

Shen Yan giggled, stood up, walked over to her desk, and pulled out three masks of various styles and colors from the drawer.

“Your mask is too ordinary and lacks distinctiveness, so I’m giving you these three to choose from and see which one you prefer,” she said while handing over the three masks of various styles and colors.

Ye Fan clearly hadn’t expected that Shen Yan had specifically prepared masks for him.

He was slightly surprised, took them into his hands, and started examining them.

These three masks were not the mass-produced industrial products that one could buy off the shelves; they were obviously handcrafted with great care.

Not to mention the design, the materials used were clearly top-notch.

Each of the three masks had a very different style; one was a cool and handsome night fox mask, another was a mask with hair made of countless tiny braids, and the third had three different faces on it.

The mask with three faces was called ‘The Thousand-faced Man.’ Ye Fan glanced at it and immediately disliked it.

As for the remaining two, when he examined the cool and handsome night fox mask, Shen Yan spoke up, “I think this one is great.

If you wear it, you’ll definitely look handsome, cool, and mysterious.”

Ye Fan nodded and said, “This mask is indeed nice.”

Then, he picked up the mask with countless tiny braids and examined it.

This mask, apart from a mouth and two eye holes, almost completely covered and protected the entire head.

Apart from the numerous braided locks, the front part was made of metal and leather.

“I like this one,” Ye Fan said while holding up the mask with the tiny braids.

This mask was the best for hiding one’s identity, especially with its myriad of braids.

Once he put it on, it left a lot of room for imagination, making it impossible for others to guess his features.

Shen Yan appraised, “This one is indeed very good.

Strictly speaking, it’s made especially for the character ‘Prisoner No.

2,’ adding some elements of a wanderer as well.

It’s called ‘The Wandering Prisoner.'”

Ye Fan nodded, took off the mask he was wearing, and donned ‘The Wandering Prisoner’ with its numerous tiny braids, then stood up and turned sideways.

“How does it look?” he asked Shen Yan.

Shen Yan observed him seriously for a while and then nodded, “It’s good.

It has an artistic vibe.

When you wear it, the feelings of being worn and cool are fused together, creating a particularly distinctive taste.”

“I have a full-length mirror in my room, you can go in and see for yourself,” she said as she stood up.

Ye Fan hesitated, thinking that the room was almost like Shen Yan’s boudoir, and said with some uncertainty, “Is that appropriate?”

“Hehe, of course it is,” Shen Yan replied, walking away from the coffee table and couch to her resting room.

She opened the door and then turned to call out to Ye Fan, “Come on over.”

Ye Fan walked over, following Shen Yan into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately smelled a very pleasant and refined fragrance, mixed with Shen Yan’s own subtle scent.

He swiftly scanned the interior of the room: The room was based in pinkish hues, with a 1.8-meter-wide bed draped with a light purple mosquito net, a dressing table laden with many cosmetics and skincare products, a large wooden wardrobe, and a desk, on the upper left corner of which sat a pot of vibrant, lush orchids.

The overall atmosphere was elegant and cozy, filled with the characteristics of a girl’s boudoir.

“Giggle, this is just a temporary arrangement for the room, used for resting at midday, it’s a bit cluttered and simple.

I’m afraid it’s laughable,” Shen Yan explained.

Ye Fan found it awkward to comment on a girl’s room, so he vaguely said, “It’s very nice.”

Shen Yan smiled, “The full-length mirror is over there, by the wardrobe.”

Ye Fan nodded and followed her, arriving in front of the full-length mirror by the wardrobe.

However, Ye Fan still felt slightly embarrassed because the wardrobe was right across from Shen Yan’s bed.

As he walked over and stood in front of the wardrobe, it meant he was also standing in front of Shen Yan’s bed, and Shen Yan was standing right beside him.

Ye Fan pushed aside his distracting thoughts and checked himself out in the full-length mirror, quite satisfied with what he saw.

Whether he looked artistic or cool was secondary, the key was that no one could guess his facial features with the mask on.

After looking a couple of times, Shen Yan leaned in, her bright eyes shining as she observed their reflections in the mirror—the masked image of Ye Fan as a roaming prisoner felt distinctly special to her.

“Let’s take a photo together like this,” Shen Yan suggested with a smile, “I’ll go get my phone.”

As she spoke, she turned to leave quickly.

Ye Fan called out, “No need to go get it, I have a phone on me.”

He then took his phone out of his pocket.

After taking out his phone, Ye Fan unlocked it, opened the camera app, and was about to take a photo when Shen Yan suddenly said, “Let me do it.”

Before Ye Fan could hand it to her, she reached out to take the phone.

For a moment, Ye Fan felt his hand grasped by a soft, tender little hand, an electrifying sensation spreading through his entire body, almost causing him to drop the phone.

Shen Yan hadn’t expected to touch Ye Fan’s hand, and like touching a live wire, she quickly withdrew her hand, her beautiful face blooming with a faint blush.

There was an awkward silence between them for a brief moment until Ye Fan came to his senses and pretended not to care, saying with a chuckle, “Hehe, sure, you take the photo.

I’m not great at taking pictures.”

Saying this, he handed the phone to Shen Yan, who took it with a bit of caution to avoid any further skin-to-skin contact.

Fortunately, both were seasoned in social experiences and quickly acted as if they had completely forgotten the awkwardness of that moment.

“Prisoner number two, don’t just stand there like a stick—strike a cool pose,” Shen Yan called out with a light laughter.

Ye Fan did as he was told and struck a pose, but Shen Yan found Ye Fan’s pose too old-fashioned and immediately said, “No, no, that doesn’t look good, do it like this.”

With that, she demonstrated a pose herself.

Ye Fan mimicked Shen Yan’s pose.

Shen Yan went back to a normal stance, checked Ye Fan’s pose, and then slightly adjusted him with her hand, satisfied she said, “Now that’s more like it.”

Speaking, she moved closer to Ye Fan, adjusting her own stance in the mirror to coordinate with him, achieving a perfect and harmonious pose.

Holding the phone, she began taking pictures in earnest with the full-length mirror on the wardrobe as the backdrop.

Click!

Click!

Click…

She took several continuous shots, then changed their standing poses and continued taking more.

After snapping more than twenty pictures, including ones directly facing the mirror and others with an outstretched hand, Shen Yan finally stopped, content.

Handing the phone back to Ye Fan, she smiled and said, “Make sure you send the pictures to my phone right away.”

“Hehe, no problem,” Ye Fan smiled back, and then they both left the room.

Settling down on the living room sofa, Ye Fan was about to send the pictures to Shen Yan when he noticed the background in the photos and suddenly stopped.

In every shot, whether taken reflecting off the mirror or directly, the background was a Simmons bed with a light purple mosquito net.

Such a backdrop was highly suggestive.