Even though Luo Yingying and Yan Keke's skin isn't great, they don't have all that stuff on their faces, so they don't really need it. The two lost interest and went back to sleep. "I'll nap a bit more, it's still early, right?"
"Yeah, it's still early, sorry to wake you guys up. I'll treat you all to breakfast later," Mei Mengzhen said shyly.
"Oh, come on, don't be so formal—it's not like it's an everyday thing," Luo Yingying had barely finished before He Yiran, who was checking herself in the mirror in the restroom, chimed in, "Breakfast's on me! To celebrate, maybe the spots on my face will finally disappear. I'm in a good mood!"
The group was about to refuse, but He Yiran scowled, "No declining! Breakfast isn't going to break the bank."
Seeing how insistent she was, nobody objected. Anyway, everyone's flush nowadays—a meal here, then just treat her yourself next time, no big deal.
"Alright."
"Alright, gonna sleep a little longer. It's still early."
