"Yiran, where did you get your face done, your skin looks really good."
"Aren't those spots hard to get rid of? I heard they can leave marks so I'm too scared to try. Are you wearing makeup?"
"What makeup? Can't you all tell Ranran is not wearing any? Ranran, how come you don't have any acne, and why is your skin so good?"
"Exactly, Yiran, come on, tell us which hospital you went to, let us know."
The fish bit the hook too quickly, and He Yiran was secretly amused, but of course, she couldn't just say it outright, so she pretended to be deep and said, "I didn't have it done at a hospital, it's just from applying facial cream."
That sounded so fake; after all, who didn't know who here.
But He Yiran was different. She had always been honest. Why would she say such falsehoods?
"No, Yiran, when did you also learn to play that game? Come on, tell us."
"Exactly, don't brush us off with that kind of talk. We don't buy that."