"Oh, sorry about that." The girl immediately dropped her hand.
"OK. Three, two, one... Smile!" Qiao Xiguan pressed the shutter button just before saying suddenly, "You're leaning too close; my husband's face is all distorted."
"Ah, really?" The girl awkwardly shifted her posture a bit.
"Three, two..." Qiao Xiguan sighed, "You're leaning down too much. Two-thirds of your chest is showing—are you okay with that?"
All the girls turned to look at one particular girl.
The girl quickly adjusted her clothing.
Several of the other girls expressed their annoyance, "What a scheming bitch."
"Hey, you guys..." The girl protested, visibly upset.
"Alright, time for the photo." Qiao Xiguan calmed them instantly, with everyone turning toward her direction. "Three, two, one! OK!"
This time, it was quick and efficient.
So fast, in fact, that everyone barely had time to react.
"Did I get a good shot just now? It felt so rushed—could we maybe take a couple more?" One of the girls asked.
