My Boss Is A Werewolf!
She couldn’t understand why I said that, so shrugged it off and uttered, “Anyway, now I just have to click a picture of yours for the profile.”
I groaned. “Is it really necessary?”
She shot me a glare. “Who will approach you if they don’t see your face?”
“But—” I was instantly interrupted by her.
"No ifs and buts. Pose for a picture, quickly," Liana insisted, her voice firm but playful.
I found myself staring blankly for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden request.
But before I could protest, she added, "Come on, smile, please," in that cute, endearing way of hers.