During breakfast the next day, Fu Shang pushed the self-criticism he had written the night before to Lu yansu and coldly said, ""I'm done."
The cold and beautiful little brother took the reflection, held it in his hand, and then casually flipped through it.
His fingers already had the outline of a long and slender finger, white and clean, with distinct lines, and his nails were neatly trimmed.
The young man's beautiful face still had some baby fat on it, and it belonged to the category of immature contours. He looked like he wanted to be pinched, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly.
it's just average. The attitude is fake and flattering.
Lu yansu bluntly pointed out the problems in the reflection.
Fu Shang was speechless.
The young girl's eyelids twitched, and she resisted the urge to smash the plate into his face.
This self-reflection was synthesized by the stupid system yesterday, so of course it was fake.
