That Zhang Yuming, with just one glance, he knew he fancied her.
Yet this girl knew nothing at all.
Ye Yiheng raised his hand to her, and Leng Yu Yan hurriedly supported his arm.
"My maternal grandmother likes me, as is only natural." She spoke playfully, "I'm so pretty, it would be strange if she didn't like me."
Ye Yiheng looked down slightly and asked with a steady voice, "Pretty?"
"Am I not pretty?" Leng Yu Yan muttered.
"It looks like you've got a bruise; it's not pretty."
"Ah, really? I got a bruise?"
Ye Yiheng didn't answer her question, but simply said, "It's because you didn't apply the medicine properly."
Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan fell silent.
The bruise was on her buttocks, invisible to others; if it was there, it was there, and it would fade away eventually.
But his words made her start to think, if she had blemishes on her face, he probably wouldn't like her.
Men are visual creatures, only liking those who look good on the outside...
