Ning Zexi completely ignored Fox Sansan's murderous glare and swiftly put her in that fluorescent green puffy skirt.
He thoughtfully adjusted the angle of the colorful sequin headband: "Perfect! Now, step onto the West Village milk powder can!"
Fox Sansan, looking like she had nothing left to live for, stepped onto the Xinjiang milk powder can. The leopard-print little cape fluttered messily in the breeze, and the entire fox exuded an aura of "This fox is really unhappy right now."
[Sansan: Don't touch me]
[This expression is killing me]
[Forced to perform.jpg]
Fox Sansan didn't want to pose at all and just stood there casually.
Suddenly, Ning Zexi leapt in front of the camera, left hand on hip, right hand with fingers elegantly pinching two yogurt clumps, posing in an extremely seductive S-curve—
"Darling, like this~"
He twisted his waist, his voice suddenly becoming exaggerated, "Relax your wrist, slightly lift your fingertips, you need to have a bit of a languid look~"
