"What are you talking about? Are you just doing this to make quick money? Aren't you getting back into photography for your old ideal?"
Suddenly, the three people at the game machine burst into laughter.
Mick touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, spread his hands, and picked up the dusty camera on the cabinet.
"Mmm, the ideal is still here!
"What are you still standing there for? For my ideal and mom, take off your clothes quickly and take another set of photos!"
Seeing Lala pursing her lips and standing still, Mick wanted to take off her clothes.
"Didn't you agree to help me make money for my mom's treatment? Anyway, your boyfriend doesn't mind, so don't hesitate. I will give you half of the money, ok?"
Lala clenched her fists tightly. After hearing my name, her frozen face changed. The fire of anger almost burst out of her eyes.
"He does mind! But I am not here to be your nude model for money or fame! I am here to help you make money for your mother's treatment! Why are you talking so dirty now?"
Mick was fiddling with the camera. Hearing her words, he suddenly froze.
He lowered his head and sat dejectedly on the sofa. After a long while, he pretended to wipe tears and choked out.
"Fine, you just apologize to my mother. After all, she thought she could be treated a few days ago."
Hearing that, Lala's anger was instantly suppressed.
At that moment, Mick's mother called her.
"Lala, you and Mick don't work too hard. I know you're so good to me. You two are working so hard for me. My health is getting better day by day!"
Lala gritted her teeth and took off her clothes.
The men playing the game gathered around excitedly and raised their cameras again.
