After Jensen Sterling posted on Weibo, Mia Sutton had no time to care about the explosion of comments online.
She was sitting properly on the sofa on one side, legs together, hands on her lap, looking just like a model student in high school, her back straight as a rod.
Jensen Sterling leaned lazily on the sofa, long legs crossed, with a barely-there smile on his lips, slowly scrolling through his phone.
"Mia, do you like this one?" Jensen Sterling poked the screen with his finger and moved the phone closer to Mia Sutton's face.
Mia Sutton sat upright, shaking her head like a rattle: "I don't." Her tone was sincere, she might as well have etched 'trust me' on her forehead.
"How about this one?" Jensen Sterling lightly swiped his finger and changed to another photo.
