"You look really pretty," the girl helping with makeup exclaimed.
"Re... really?" She looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, her shoulders unconsciously hunching slightly.
Chen Yunyun's current demeanor didn't match her face at all.
Her looks were the type that all the boys would like, the lively, pure "white moonlight" type, with a pair of foxy eyes that could gaze playfully from across seven or eight desks.
A smile from her was naturally charming and enchanting.
The kind of girl who would lean down to your desk, her fluffy, soft hair falling like willow branches in spring, gradually covering the entire desk.
[I just saw you daydreaming earlier, are you feeling down?]
Her captivating eyes held the allure of a rare masterpiece, and a single sentence could define the youth of an ordinary high school boy.
