Chen Yu Ying pointed to the small empty table and chairs on the first floor, and said to Lin Li.
"Okay, I'll hand over my face that's worth eighteen hundred a pound to you."
"The skin on the face probably only weighs around 100-130 grams, eighteen hundred a pound is only over three hundred bucks. Next time, make it sound more expensive," Chen Yu Ying opened the box, taking out foundation, eye shadow, and lipstick, smiling as she gave instructions.
"It has to be cheap, otherwise how could I shamelessly lose face so freely each time? If it were more expensive, I'd be too embarrassed to do so."
Once Lin Li sat down, Chen Yu Ying rubbed a bit of base and began applying it to Lin Li's face.
Stretching out, touching.
Her fingers gently glided across Lin Li's cheek, carrying a hint of coolness; for a moment, both seemed to lightly shudder imperceptibly.
A delicate fragrance wafted as the girl's body drew closer, lingering around the nose.
