Inside the room.
There were two dim lights.
There was also a couple, a man and woman.
Zhang Ye was wearing a bathrobe. He had not even bothered to blow dry his hair. It was still dripping with water onto his shoulders. Holding a DSLR, he put on a pretense by gesturing a few times before aiming at Wu Zeqing's legs.
"I'm going to take the photo."
"OK."
"Don't move."
"Alright."
Kacha. The photo was taken.
Zhang Ye checked the photo before bringing it forward for Wu Zeqing to see. "Do you think this would do?"
Wu Zeqing lowered her head and glanced at it. With a smile, she said, "Yes, it's pretty good. It's much better than when I take them myself. The focus is sharper and the angle is good."
