Oh, he's nice. Very nice. That upper body, the way those jeans hug his ass and thighs. Huaisang's a weak man, especially when presented with such delectable physical perfection. He can't help but lick his lips as he sneakily aims his camera toward the young man, pretending to be fiddling with the adjustments again, then presses the button.

Flash.

Sorry, young man, but Huaisang just couldn't help but steal one more for himself.

"Oh, sorry, I accidentally hit the button and it went off..."

Liar.