"Click, click..." the sound of photography came over, and Wu Daxi seemed to have found some feeling, repeatedly making intimate gestures only lovers would make.
He Jinxia also exhibited top-notch acting skills, responding with expressions of shyness, playful annoyance, or timidity, gradually heating up the atmosphere between them.
Yet, their cooperation still wasn't enough.
He Jinxia kept glancing at the photographer's face out of the corner of her eye, and even though the shots continued non-stop, there was no improvement in the photographer's expression.
She pondered for a moment, then a spark of inspiration flashed through her mind, and suddenly she broke free from Wu Daxi's embrace.
She pushed Wu Daxi with her hand, and the man, caught off guard, stumbled a few steps back.
Looking up, He Jinxia had already risen on her tiptoes, looking down at him with a superior air, her slender, jade-like fingers slowly raised, gradually lifting his chin—
