"Is this your taste?"
Looking at this tacky style in front of him, so poor in taste that is unbearably vulgar, Ye You stroked his forehead and remained in silence.
"A little tacky is good after all, is both vulgar and elegant! Why haven't I realized this earlier?"
Lily heard Ye You's comment, but she didn't get angry, on the contrary, her whole face sighed with emotion.
If she weren't this vulgar at that time, insisting in using some kind of weird sunshine-scented perfume, she would not have to endure a demon like Di Mo. This person, ah, had better not be so conspicuous. It's a pity that she learned this too late. Lily had to shake her head and condescendingly walk out.