The flower-selling girl left, and Xu Xia looked at the basket of dewy, fresh red roses, casually picking one up.
Due to her status, receiving various gifts was a common occurrence, and flowers were as ordinary as could be.
However, receiving a sudden gift from a stranger like this, without the person even coming to chat and simply sending it through a flower-selling girl, was a first.
The photographer watched as she picked up a rose from the basket, his eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed the shutter.
"Xiao Xia, come, use the basket of roses as a prop and shoot a few more times. I think the effect and composition are very good."
"Really?"
Xu Xia immediately cooperated by lifting the flower basket and striking a pose.
"Great. Try setting the basket aside and using just one rose."
Xu Xia did as instructed, first holding the rose in her hand, then, inspired, she bit the rose with her teeth, turned around and lifted her skirt to strike a tango pose.
