Chen Mengying is a beauty...
This is something Ye Xiaofan has never denied. Of course, it's also a consensus among the men present right now.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
Over there, although Chen Mengying felt that the photos she took were a bit too much, she still shyly sent a message to Xiaofan.
"Take a few more..."
"What do you want?"
"Pretty indeed."
"Just because it's pretty doesn't mean I can show you more. My future husband would be at a disadvantage."
Since Chen Mengying said so, Xiaofan could only helplessly reply with an emoji.
Just as Xiaofan was about to put down the phone and enjoy soaking a bit more, it vibrated again.
Upon opening it...
"Pfft."
"Hey, Xiaofan? What's wrong?"
"Ah? What?"
"You're having a nosebleed."
"Ah? Cough cough, maybe the soup I had at noon was too nourishing. I'll go handle it."
Looking embarrassed, Xiaofan quickly got out of the pool, ran into the inn, and grabbed a tissue to clean up.
