Her gaze was obvious, and Yang Luan was stuttering by the end of her sentence, blushing as she asked:
"Xiaxia, why are you staring at me? Am I talking too much?"
Yu Xia chuckled, patting her hair, thinking it was indeed very soft, then said, "Of course not, I just think you're really cute."
Yang Luan's blush deepened. She awkwardly touched her face and couldn't help but glance at her, hesitantly asking, "Really?"
"Really, your skin is fair and smooth, your eyes are beautiful, and when you smile, you're like... a Barbie doll. Especially when you blush, it's too cute. If I were a guy, I'd like a girl like you."
Her speech slowed down, and her gaze was sincere. Yang Luan looked up and found herself caught in her deep eyes.
It was as if she was confessing affectionately to her.
Now, not only her face was red, but her ears and neck were also turning crimson. Yang Luan covered her face and fell onto the sofa, moaning softly.
