“Would you mind if people called me a pretty boy?”
“You are pretty pale.” As she spoke, she reached out to touch him. “Your face is pale, your neck is pale, and your body is pale too.”
Lin Meng quickly stopped her wandering hand and frowned. Why was she becoming more and more like a lecherous woman?
Zhu Yiyu smiled softly. “Buying you clothes is fun and satisfying. You can’t take that away from me. Besides, branded clothes last a long time. Go on, okay?”
It was rare to see Zhu Yiyu act coy. Lin Meng gave in helplessly. “Fine, I’ll be your pretty boy!”
“Then give me a smile, pretty boy.”
“...”
If you are passing by objectively, please correct me and give me your opinions.