Zhao Chuchu couldn't help but laugh.
"Then, do you want a photo of me with you?"
"A photo?"
"Well, it's something like a portrait but more realistic than a portrait."
Zhao Chuchu then took a Polaroid out of her space. She wanted to take a photo right away, but then she realized that they were both on the bed, and the picture would lead to some indecent thoughts, even when they hadn't done anything yet.
"Come. Let's go over there." Zhao Chuchu jumped off the bed and dragged Xie Heng to the partition. "Look over here."
Zhao Chuchu leaned her head on Xie Heng's head and pointed at the Polaroid. "Smile."
After a click, the Polaroid started to print the photo.
Before Xie Heng could even react to it, the photo had already been printed.
Zhao Chuchu looked at it and couldn't help but laugh again.
"Da Lang, look at how awkward your smile is."
