"Take a good look again, are you sure it's not?" Song Yi smiled, her eyes curving, and the smile instantly shattered her previous pretentiousness.
The girl felt a slight tightening in her heart under Song Yi's gaze, gently licked her lips, and spoke with a small voice, "It's really not."
"Alright, thank you, little beauty." She took out a thousand yuan from her bag, placed it on the counter, and smiled brightly at her, her tone slightly flirty, "I like little beauties like you. Take the money and buy something good to eat. You're too skinny; it makes people feel sorry for you."
As Song Yi spoke, she raised her hand and gently pinched her face, her red lips moved slightly, speaking softly and seductively, "I never asked you about these things today, remember?"
After speaking, she flirted with a wink, sending an alluring glance.
The girl was left dumbfounded, and Song Yi, word by word, somehow flirted with her until she blushed deeply.
