A while later.
"Little Zhang."
"I'm here."
"You can come in now."
"Alright."
Pushing the door open, Zhang Ye walked back into the room. When he saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Wu Zeqing had changed her attire, and her hair had been redone. Her entire style was as gentle and kind as could be. The attire he had chosen was well fitting!
He began snapping photos!
Zhang Ye was yearning to do so greatly. As he held the camera, he pressed on the shutter button quickly. Sometimes he would squat down, sometimes he would go behind Sis Wu, taking shots from every possible angle.
Lying down.
Sitting down.
In a prone position.
Zhang Ye suddenly asked, "Can you kneel on the bed?"
When Wu Zeqing heard this, she did not object. She made a pose, "Like this?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Ye's throat was already dry as he said, "First face me. Hand on the bed, prone on the bed while kneeling. Yes, look over here."
