Having a girlfriend like her, she really feels blessed.
Ye Ranran glanced at Lan Shao sitting opposite her, smiling brightly: "If you say so, someone is going to be heartbroken."
"Ranran." Fan Rou's hand reached for her waist but hesitated to go down.
She cupped her face and looked closely: "Ranran, why don't you gain a little weight?"
That way, she wouldn't sympathize with her and would thoroughly torment her.
Ye Ranran removed her hand: "Don't touch my face, you'll ruin my makeup, thanks."
Fan Rou had seen Ye Ranran without makeup—while not as striking as with makeup, it wasn't bad either, and she wondered: "Ranran, you don't need makeup, you're naturally beautiful."
"Haha, no matter how naturally beautiful you are, once you take a walk outside, you're not beautiful anymore." Dust and smog all rush onto your face, and even with a good complexion, it looks dull without makeup, not as good as with makeup.
