Shen Jing watched him scroll through the photos, involuntarily leaning closer, their shoulders touching, their foreheads gently bumping. Both were looking down, as if secretly avoiding others while sneaking a peek at some forbidden clip. The boss nearby saw this and, without disturbing them, signaled the Tea Attendant to change Zhou Luchen's tea and refill it. All were silent.
The starting gun at the racetrack fired, and a dozen or so horses began racing over the hurdles.
At that moment, trepidation filled Shen Jing's heart.
16 photos. Her promotional pictures.
Looking at Zhou Luchen, she saw a casual smile on his face as if he already knew. "You're bold."