Chu Zhiyi saw the photo, thought to herself "Oh no," and hurriedly tried to snatch her phone from his hand, but Yan Jingting swapped it to his other hand, putting it out of her reach.
"You saw it wrong, that's nothing!" Chu Zhiyi said anxiously.
"Is that so?" Yan Jingting coolly described the photo, "At night, on the bed, my face, with a turtle drawn on the left side and 'I'm a bastard' written on the right?"
Chu Zhiyi: "..."
Under Yan Jingting's teasing gaze, Chu Zhiyi stiffened her neck and said, "I saw the stuff on your face as soon as I woke up, so I took a photo. What's the problem with that?"
"Maybe it was you who drew it on your own face when you were drunk. Anyway, it wasn't me who did it. Give my phone back to me now!"
Yan Jingting returned her phone and patted her head lightly, "Keep these photos to yourself, don't show them to others."
He said with a smile tinged with helplessness, "I do care about my face."