With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 69

“Yes, yes, just like that! Spread your legs a little wider, stick your butt out a bit more, put your hands behind your back, and stretch your neck forward.”

Mo Li directed with an earnest expression, the lens of his camera practically pressed against Xia Xi’s face.

The camera itself wasn’t the issue—Xia Xi just couldn’t shake the feeling that the pose she was holding looked weird. Would the photos even turn out good like this?

“Perfect!”

With a click of the shutter, another “perfect shot” (as Mo Li called it) was captured.

“Let me see. What if you took an ugly one?”

Honestly, Xia Xi was starting to doubt him. He didn’t seem like the type to take proper photos—more like… someone who enjoyed messing around?

“Oh, come on, photos are meant to be enjoyed as a complete set after the shoot. Looking at them now would ruin the fun!”

Mo Li had his own stubborn principles and refused to let Xia Xi peek at the pictures midway.

Left with no choice, she could only keep posing, hoping to finish sooner.

Honestly, she never knew taking photos could be so exhausting. How did people even come up with so many poses?

“Hmm… feels like something’s missing… Oh, I know! Let’s add some mood lighting!”

Xia Xi expected him to pull out warm yellow or plain white lights, but instead—red and green?!

They were in a dimly lit alley, which made the effect of those two lights especially… striking.

“No way, this lighting looks straight out of a horror movie.”

Xia Xi resisted immediately. Who the hell used red and green lights for photos?!

“Just try it! It’ll look amazing, trust me.”

Mo Li shoved the green light into her arms.

“See? This shade is so vibrant—it’s like you’re sitting in the middle of a grassy meadow!”

Click, click, click—he snapped away, capturing shot after shot.

Xia Xi glanced down at her dress, now bathed in an eerie green glow, and couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Okay! Perfect! Now let’s try the red light!”

Xia Xi sat obediently on a stone slab, making only slight adjustments—moving her hands, stretching her legs, changing expressions.

Meanwhile, Mo Li was the one darting around like a madman, camera glued to his face, shifting positions constantly—zooming in, stepping back, crouching low. To an outsider, he probably looked like some kind of ritual-dancing weirdo with a camera for a head.

“Angel Sister… something feels wrong…”

Lin Xuening’s voice echoed in her mind, tinged with worry.

“Let’s just finish this quickly and go to the hospital to keep Xia Xi company. There are way too many creeps around lately.”

Lin Xuening wanted to leave. Watching this guy flail around was way less appealing than chatting with Xia Xi—at least she was a normal, sane person.

Meanwhile, the real Xia Xi (currently at the hospital) was bored out of her mind, copying Dragon Raja from memory.

She’d already finished Dragon I and was deep into Dragon II, pushing hard to reach Dragon III so she could drop some emotional bombs on her readers.

Then it hit her—why not check out this photographer’s social media?

She immediately searched for the guy’s account, which was full of street photography videos.

She clicked on the first one…

And froze.

The first few minutes were normal—him approaching people, taking a few nice shots. The method was eerily similar to how he’d approached Lin Xuening.

But halfway through, when Mo Li started showcasing the photos he’d taken… Xia Xi’s jaw dropped.

What the hell were those pictures?! Abstract art? Horror-themed? Who took photos like that?!

Realizing the danger, Xia Xi immediately snapped Lin Xuening’s body upright, glaring daggers at Mo Li.

“Uh… what’s wrong?”

Mo Li panicked under her suddenly icy, murderous gaze.

“I want to see the photos. NOW.”

Understanding dawned on him—she thought his shots were ugly.

Heh. Too late now!

He handed over the camera with a smug grin.

Xia Xi opened the album.

First photo: A red-clad female ghost with a terrifying snarl, looking ready to claim a life.

Xia Xi’s fist clenched.

Second photo: A green-faced, fanged specter that clearly didn’t belong in the world of the living.

Her fist rose.

Third photo: A close-up of Lin Xuening’s head taking up half the frame, with no neck or torso visible—just legs sprouting beneath, like some kind of decapitated horror monster.

“THESE are the photos you took?!”

Xia Xi hurled the camera back at him, teeth gritted, looking ready to throw hands.

Wait… These are Lin Xuening’s ugly photos. Why am I so mad?

“Waaah, Angel Sister! I’m ruined! My dignity is gone!”

…Well, a girl’s tearful whimper was enough to make anyone play the hero.

“Delete them!”

Xia Xi advanced on Mo Li.

“Sure! Photos are free—deletions cost 200 per shot!”

Mo Li hugged his camera like a stubborn child, completely unfazed.

His infuriating smirk made Xia Xi want to punch him square in the face.

But in the end, she held back.

The photos were already taken. Sure, they were embarrassing, but if he posted them, they might actually go viral.

After all, the internet was saturated with pretty girls dancing—a “hot girl’s ugly photos” video would stand out, drawing crowds of amused (and judgmental) comments.

“That’s the spirit, Miss Lin! Let’s stay calm. Everything’s negotiable!”

Mo Li clapped cheerfully.

Just then, two burly guys walked into the alley.

*”Mind if I edit these into a video for my channel? I’ll make it worth your while—half the ad revenue, plus a free 888-yuan lipstick!”*

He went straight for bribery, framing it like a business partnership: he provided the effort, she provided the face, and they’d both profit.

“I’ll think about it…”

Xia Xi fiddled with her high ponytail, waiting for Lin Xuening’s response.

After some deliberation, Lin Xuening agreed—why not let him post it? A few ugly photos in exchange for money and exposure?

Besides, hate-following was still following. It’d help build an audience for potential future livestreams.

“Fine, you can post it. But edit it properly—don’t turn my ugly photos into a full-blown horror show!”