Ye Anqi took the camera from Mo Shisan's hands and, after looking at the photo, she said to Ya Shitian, "Mr. Ya, you don't have to take photos anymore, just photoshop yourself in."
It was all the same anyway.
Ya Shitian didn't care about her, and when she was about to take a photo, he still stood by, photobombing.
When about to take another picture, Ye Anqi suddenly played a trick, shaking the tree trunk hard, causing the snow accumulated on the tree to fall down—
Ya Shitian quickly dodged, while she burst into laughter.
Mo Shisan seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter several times.
A fair amount of snow had fallen into Ya Shitian's collar, and he gave Ye Anqi an angry glare.
The latter continued to laugh heartily, "Whose fault is it that you always have the same expression? Isn't it more interesting this way to take a photo?"
The man said nothing, but stepped forward, grabbed her, and lifted her upside down—
Instantly, Ye Anqi's head was down, and her legs up.
