Fang Lixiang finished filming and saw Zhou Xufang tilting her head and shaking it with a phone in hand.
"Xu Fang, what are you doing?"
Zhou Xufang: "Taking a selfie."
The Zhou Xufang of the past couldn't even find the camera.
How things change, how things change.
"You didn't used to like taking photos, did you?"
Zhou Xufang posed a scissor hand to the camera: "Jiang Zhi said my hairstyle is beautiful." If Jiang Zhi liked it, she liked it too. The more she looked at it, the more beautiful she found it to be.
Fang Lixiang: "..." She would believe that.
The flattery between lovers, the lovers themselves should take it seriously, others shouldn't, nor should they burst the bubble.
"I'll take the photo for you."
"Okay."
Zhou Xufang only knew how to make the scissor hand gesture, doing it with one hand, then with both. First in the right way, then reversed, vertically, then horizontally. Plus, she couldn't manage to smile at the phone, which was not Jiang Zhi.
