Inside, she intently looked at the drawing board, her hair softly cascading over her shoulders, the sunlight gentle, particularly artsy.
Ye Ranran looked for a while, didn't see any major issues, and sent the photo to Chu Ji.
Chu Ji was dealing with official business when suddenly Ye Ranran's chat box popped up; he clicked it and saw a photo.
Perplexed, he sent a greeting over.
Ye Ranran: How about the girl in the photo?
Chu Ji: ?
Ye Ranran: I'm asking if you think she's pretty?
Chu Ji: Average, doesn't really strike me.
Ye Ranran: Oh come on, how can you feel nothing?
Chu Ji: Just not my type. Why should I feel anything?
Ye Ranran: How do you know she's not your type if you haven't tried? Besides, it's not bad to change tastes once in awhile after having all sorts of delicacies, right?
Chu Ji tentatively typed: Are you asking me to use my charms and seduce her? What did the girl do to you?
Definitely a generation gap.
