Yao Meiyin frowned slightly: "What do you mean? Why do none of you ever take a second look at the men I fancy? Are you implying I have poor taste?"
"Miss, you know that's not what we mean. We're saying that with your man, let alone flirting, we wouldn't even dare to sneak a glance."
"That's more like it." Yao Meiyin waved her hand impatiently, "Go now. When he arrives, bring him up immediately."
"Yes!"
As the footsteps faded away, Yao Meiyin stretched comfortably, jumped out of bed, and stood in front of the mirror to scrutinize herself.
Fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth, a sexy figure, a beautiful and charming aura—she couldn't believe Wen Su wouldn't be moved by this.
When she touched her cheek with her finger, her face turned a bit gloomy. If only she looked like this without makeup—ever since she turned twenty, no one had seen her bare face.
Even she herself, unless absolutely necessary, didn't like to look at it.
