Chapter 227 Selfies
Only one bright desk lamp was turned on in the room.
The exam paper in front of Yan Sheng was illuminated by the white light, which brightened his cool and handsome face.
He placed the ballpoint pen between his fingers aside, but the message notification ringtone did not sound again.
Without the constant barrage of notification sounds, the other party seemed like a completely different person.
Yan Sheng opened the photo again and carefully clicked to save it.
Then I swiped my finger to close WeChat and opened the photo album.
There are only a few dozen photos.
Five photos of Yan Xiaotian, two photos of her with her sister, and including the previous photo, the remaining three are all photos related to Fang Tiantian.
A group photo at the amusement park.
A group photo taken while hiking.
The photos from the swimming lesson I just saved.
Yan Sheng was extremely cautious in his dealings with Fang Tiantian.
He respects the young lady's wishes, but he needs to restrain his own thoughts and actions.
But Fang Tiantian always hurriedly and carelessly pulled him into her world.
He had seen a bag that Fang Tiantian used to carry, and when he passed by a department store counter, he saw the same model in the window.
He would work at the factory for six or seven years without eating or drinking, and it's estimated that he would only be able to afford a small size then.
The phone screen keeps turning on and off, then on and off again. How should I respond to this message?
Yan Sheng was deep in thought.
Because of his sister, he accidentally stumbled into the world of the wealthy.
But Yan Sheng knew all too well that he had secretly infiltrated a circle that didn't belong to him.
At least not now.
Looking at the screen, where the question remained silently displayed: "Do you like it?"
Yan Sheng thought, how could he not like it?
Fang Tiantian was the prettiest, cutest, and most charming girl he had ever met.
Kind, generous, confident, and radiant—these are only some of the characteristics that describe her.
Yan Sheng blushed, his expression restrained.
Yet I felt calmer and clearer than ever before, and typed three words on my phone.
"So cute."
Fang Tiantian, who had been staring at her phone in the princess room, excitedly picked it up after hearing the notification tone.
But she didn't get the answer she wanted.
She pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Yan Sheng has become so cunning."
Then, a notification sound rang, and Yan Sheng's message came through again.
"Sweetie, I need to do my homework."
Fang Tiantian's previously upturned smile faded, and she rolled over on the bed: "Oh no."
"I've already sent you photos, you should send me one too."
"After all, you've seen mine, so I need to see yours too."
Yan Sheng said somewhat helplessly, "I don't have any individual photos."
Fang Tiantian wasn't going to let him off the hook, and her spoiled princess temper flared up.
"Then you can take a picture of me now."
"The kind of look where you're bare-faced, without any beauty filters or editing."
"Send it to me quickly!"
The message notifications kept coming in, and with each one, Yan Sheng could almost picture her expression at that moment.
Adorably bossy.
He rarely takes selfies.
I opened the camera, barely adjusted the angle, yet with a serious attitude, and pointed the front-facing camera at myself in the halo of light.
"Click".
After opening Fang Tiantian's chat page, Yan Sheng hesitated for two seconds before clicking the send button.
Unable to resist Fang Tiantian's constant barrage of messages, he sent one back.
The phone's notification sounds finally stopped.
Meanwhile, inside the Fang family's princess room.
The moment she clicked on the picture, Fang Tiantian's breath caught in her throat for a fleeting second.
Although he seemed a bit dull, the refined elegance that he usually hid behind his reserved expression was magnified infinitely at this moment.
She could even see the tiny shadows cast by his long, drooping eyelashes on his lower eyelids, and the shy yet earnest expression in his captivating pupils.
The music in the room seemed to be instantly muted, leaving only the soft white light on the screen and the almost unreal person in that light.
Fang Tiantian stared at the photo for a long time, feeling her heart pounding.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself: Yan Sheng is really cheating.
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