"Handsome, can you take a photo for us?"
A girl holding a DSLR camera stood in front of Ya Tianxing and shyly asked.
Mo Shangjun just stopped and lifted her eyes to look at the two girls.
The two were about the same age as Mo Shangjun. The girl with the DSLR, dressed in a white maxi dress, had long, slightly curled hair elegantly trailing behind her and wore light makeup, looking as pure as a lotus flower—quite a presence compared to her peers.
On the other hand, the girl next to her was at best pretty, with a plain temperament. She wore a short sleeve top with a skirt, a refreshing outfit that didn't stand out, and at the moment, she was sneakily looking at Ya Tianxing.
Her eyes shifted, and as if she noticed Mo Shangjun's gaze, the pretty girl quickly glanced over and met Mo Shangjun's eyes. Startled, she quickly looked away again.
But then, she kept stealing glances in Mo Shangjun's direction.
"No."
