Hotel
Yu Qingjia and Wang Yiran did not return to the center after getting off the car.
They wanted to find a quiet place to rest; the center was too noisy.
"How are you feeling?"
"Not too bad."
"You look so tired."
Wang Yiran propped her fair, lotus-like arm as she looked at Yu Qingjia lying there.
The other's nose was perked up, just like a character from a comic.
"Maybe today's shoot was too exhausting." Yu Qingjia also sat up and walked to the window to light a cigarette.
"Yiran, why didn't you add Fu Xiaoyu on WeChat today?"
"Why should I add her? Do you want me to add her?"
"She has a wild beauty, that attacking aura is quite attractive."
"Oh! It seems like I should add her, help you get in touch."
Wang Yiran crossed her legs on the bed, watching her friend's graceful back with a half-smile.
"Haha! I don't need that! Having you as my only friend is enough."
"Qingjia, I'll knit you a sweater!"
"A sweater? What month is it now!"
