Yang Zichen didn't seem too fond of it, still expressionless, just barely cooperating by standing behind her, barely making it into the frame.
Seeing him standing so far away, Wei Lan knew he didn't like taking photos, so she stepped back a few, looked at her phone, found her own angle, and then reached her hand behind to pull down on his clothes: "This angle looks good, squat down a bit."
He half-heartedly squatted down, his head gently resting on her shoulder.
Wei Lan took a photo but still wasn't satisfied, "Smile a bit."
In the lens, he still kept a straight face, so Wei Lan stretched her hand over, supported the corners of his mouth with her thumb and index finger, and lifted them up, "Smile like this."
This time, he still gave a perfunctory, skin-deep smile.
