Fortunately, they were in a new home, otherwise it would have been difficult to get a good sleep in their previous house.
Yi Ling tiptoed back to her room and posted the photos on the Internet.
"Even if I don't edit the photos, Huanhuan is still a beauty." Propping her chin up in her hands, Yi Ling was satisfied with Yan Huan's appearance. Of course she was satisfied with her candid photography skills, too.
Just finished filming. Tired.
She uploaded a few photos of Yan Huan with that caption. In the photos, she was curled up into a ball, her thick eyelashes covering her eyes, her face blurred under the dim lamplight. But her delicate features astounded her, she could feel the beauty even though it was just a hazy shadow.
"Done." Yi Ling stretched lazily and tumbled into bed without showering. "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, let's get Huanhuan to cook something tasty tomorrow."
