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It seemed as if Mu Qingli's gaze had been sensed; the man slightly turned his eyes to look this way, meeting Mu Qingli's gaze exactly.
Eyes locked.
In the briefest of moments, he was calm and undisturbed; she was open and at ease.
Mu Qingli gave him a polite smile, feeling neither the awkwardness of being caught peeping nor the bold enthusiasm of approaching to ask for his number. After the brief smile, she shifted her gaze away and walked toward the dressing room.
The man adjusted his glasses, hiding the hint of mischief that briefly flitted through his narrow, phoenix-like eyes behind his lenses.
"Bro, what kind of photography skills are those? You've made me look so ugly!" The short-haired girl nearby, who had a cute appearance, expressed her dissatisfaction.
"Bro has done his best." The man indulged her with an affectionate ruffle of her hair.