"Get lost, you think I'd be interested in you?" Ye Ranran flipped off the couch.
Fan Rou lifted a delicate finger: "You're so heartless, and here I am, sincere to you."
"Speak normally." Ye Ranran sat across from her, continuing to look at the data on her computer.
From the tumble earlier, Fan Rou's bra strap slid down. She adjusted it and puffed up her chest: "I'm as beautiful as a flower, talented, can host a banquet, cook in the kitchen, fight off hooligans, play both offense and defense. What is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"Just the fact that you can play both offense and defense dissatisfies me." Ye Ranran didn't even look up.
"Too picky, too picky." Fan Rou shook her head, picked up the tea from the table, and took a sip: "Then let's just stay good friends. Wherever I scam and cheat, you're there to go along with me."
Hmm, that sounds good.
"I'm a noble white lotus, unstained by mud. Who's collaborating with you in misdeeds?" Ye Ranran snorted.
