Yu Liuliu was burying her head in her food.
Her mouth was stuffed with rice, and she was holding a drumstick in her hand. She had just taken a bite.
Hearing this familiar voice, she frowned in disgust.
She swallowed the rice in her mouth and put down the drumstick.
She pulled out a piece of tissue and wiped her mouth and hands.
One second, she was still a foodie without any image. The next second, she seemed to have transformed into a noble princess.
Yu Liuliu perfectly switched between the two temperaments, especially that pure and bright face. No matter which angle one looked at it from, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Women couldn't help but be jealous, let alone men who couldn't look away.
Ning Lizi's face with exquisite makeup became a little ugly.
A cold light flashed across her eyes.
The campus belle of a university had always been taken over by their Art Institute.
This year, it should have been her too.
