"That's possible too, what if a random refresh turns up a handsome guy?" Xiao Yan joked, snapping the eyeshadow palette shut, "That's what Yu Jie said."
"Forget it, they're all old men and uncles," her roommate burst her bubble, "Xiao Yan, if you ever get into the entertainment industry, you'll need to be careful around those potbellied uncles."
"Giggle, where did all this nonsense come from?" Xiao Yan laughed at herself in the mirror, "I have no plans of getting into the entertainment industry; it's too chaotic."
Half an hour later, the entire girls' dormitory emptied out.
Bracing against the desolate chill of Chang'an, each of them was frozen like little quails. On the higher floors, people preached about not needing to dress appropriately, but stepping outside was about looking good, not staying warm.
Xiao Yan herself turned into a warm-patch warrior, sticking warm patches all over the major arteries on her body.
