Lu Xiaomian kept yawning, her voice soft: "I don't want to take a photo, I'm so sleepy."
Xu Haohao, hearing this, looked at the race car driver with eyes full of starlight, hopefully asking: "Can I?"
A group of teenage boys started to holler mischievously.
The race car driver surrounded in the center chuckled, took off the helmet from his head, his ink-black hair shaking out to reveal a handsome face, with features so perfectly flawless, as if designed by God.
Xu Haohao stared at that handsome face, her mind suddenly going blank for a moment, a blush climbing up her neck to her face.
"Photo? Sure." The race car driver nodded with a smile.
There was a service here to develop photos immediately after taking them.
Xu Haohao excitedly followed the race car driver to the fiery red race car he had just masterfully driven, leaning against it, she could still feel the heat from the engine!
The photographer called out: "You two, look at me!"
