With a trace of expectation, Bai Yuxin opened her eyes.
The person coming is not Bingbing Che.
What kind of person is that...
What kind of eyes are those...
The emerald green color of the leaves in the morning completely became his embellishment.
Just one glance makes people believe that it is more vital and tenacious than the rich green patches.
Among all things, the flowers are blooming like brocade, but they are also eclipsed, not as bright as his.
Those pair of eyes as dark as ink and like black meteorites stared at her intently even for a moment. It was obviously a cool morning, but Bai Yuxin couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.
He was wearing a pair of black and shiny tights, and his tall and handsome perfect figure was undoubtedly revealed. He was like a god or prince from the myth of Sigrapi, so clean and pure.
Bai Yuxin looked a little dazed. She was not a nymphomaniac, but she didn't know where she was at this moment, and she even forgot that she almost fell into the pond a moment ago.
Because she forgot, she even forgot to say thank you.
He just put his arms around her slender waist, and their eyes met deeply, and they were speechless for a moment.
The breeze blew gently, raising her skirt and long hair again.
He freed up a slender white hand to gently tuck her hair that was dancing in the wind behind her ears.
That movement was as gentle as water, as noble as a god, and like the most friendly big brother, intoxicating and contagious.
His gentle movements made her face blush and made Bai Yuxin wake up completely.
She stood up, coughed slightly, and covered up her loss just now: "You...are a shadow?"
The answer in my mind is actually yes.
Now she finally understood why Bingbing Che objected to her meeting this person.
She never thought that one day there would be two extreme people in her life.
He and he are both outstanding, as if they are at the top of the clouds, out of reach.
For example, the Nangong Ying in front of you is a symbol of light and warmth, like a god and a prince. Then, Bingbing Che is the hell Satan and Shura who represent occupation and destruction.
The faces of both of them are as impeccable as sculptures. They are so handsome that they are rare in the world, but they exude a temperament that is so unique.
After just a few more seconds of watching, Bai Yuxin was almost attracted by the deep light in his eyes.
I just heard him say: "From now on, come to the pond early in the morning. The road is slippery and the open-air pond has no railings. Be careful."
The warm voice clearly spoke softly, as if it was just a casual admonishment, but it could easily penetrate deep into people's hearts and be remembered in their hearts.