The photo was a clear setup, her smile deliberate, and the man's face also displayed an unmistakable reluctance.
Yet, when Wen Yi gave it a close, careful look this time, she again noticed something different, like her smile—it wasn't completely forced. Of course, it wasn't as if a simple kiss from him had brought it on either.
It was more like the smirk of a successful prankster.
As for Mo Shichen…
His expression was undeniably sour, his unwillingness genuine, but when he leaned down to kiss her, his eyes seemed to fixate on the face so close to his, a look in his eyes that was complex and obscure.
She moved the phone back to where he had originally placed it, her expression unchanged. Then, propping her chin on her hand, she watched him for a while before breaking out into a half-smirk, half-smile, "You're keeping this picture, not because you fell for me early on, so deeply that you couldn't bear to part with it, right?"
"Would you believe me if I said yes?"
"I wouldn't."
