After some turmoil, Ye Luo finally returned to Luo Jingxuan's villa, where a figure was lying on the sofa with a white face mask on.
"Holy shit, a ghost!"
Ye Luo couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the figure.
"Hey, little brother, what kind of language is that? Have you ever seen a ghost as beautiful as me? Besides, it's daylight, where would a ghost come from?"
Yan Ling suddenly sat up, took off the face mask, and looked at Ye Luo with an expression that said she was at a loss for words.
"Oh, it's Sister Yan. What on earth have you stuck to your face? It looks scary."
Ye Luo laughed and walked over.
"You don't know what this is? It's a hydrating and beautifying face mask for women's skin," Yan Ling said with a seductive smile.
"Just this? Hydration and beautification? That's rubbish."
Ye Luo said with a look of disdain.
"Oh, do you have anything better, little brother?" Yan Ling asked with a coquettish smile, looking at Ye Luo.