As usual, when she walked to the camphor tree, Su Mang climbed up quickly. However, when she climbed up, she became dumbfounded - where she used to lie, there was now a young man with a lazy expression lying there.
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He was lying on the branch of a tree with his hand as a pillow, tilting his head and looking at her with a half-smile.
The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on his light brown hair, creating an uneven halo. On his delicate and picturesque face, his slightly narrowed eyes are bottomless, and his pale thin lips outline a clean and flawless smile.
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Su Mang took a deep breath.
He is like an angel.
An angel who was tired from flying from the sky and landed among the branches to rest.
She stared at the angel with wide eyes.
The angel also looked at her with a half-smile.
After a long time, until Su Mang could no longer hold on to the tree trunk and almost fell, Su Mang came to his senses. He was not an angel, he was Mingche.
This small garden is the private domain of Ling Yahe and Mingche. She had already met Ling Yahe yesterday, so the angel in front of her must be Mingche.
Su Mang glanced at Mingche a few times, then slowly slid down the tree angrily.
This was a very clear place, and she seemed unable to accuse him of occupying the magpie's nest, and then drive him out unceremoniously.
She bent down to tie her loose shoelaces and wanted to leave, but the boy on the tree had come down at some point, leaning against a camphor tree in front of her and looking at her with a smile.
He is actually wearing the uniform of Mingham College!
White shirts, dark trousers, expensive but ordinary clothes, paired with his clean smile and indifferent demeanor, actually gave him an otherworldly look.
Su Mang looked at Mingche in front of him and sighed secretly. Everyone said that "a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle", but people like Jiang Liuyun and Mingche in front of him, even if they don't have fancy clothes and beautiful clothes, even if they are wearing the most inconspicuous
Old clothes will attract everyone's attention no matter where you stand.
When she sighed at Mingche's excellence, Mingche's eyes were full of surprise and appreciation when he looked at her.
She is different from yesterday.
Yesterday's anger and bravery, and today's coldness and quietness, made her temperament completely different.
Yesterday she looked like Sailor Moon, today she looks like an otherworldly fairy.
She is like a book, with new content every time you turn a page.
"Mingche." Mingche slightly curled his lips and stretched out his hand towards Su Mang. The broken hair around his ears fluttered lightly in the wind, and his flawless face was as beautiful as an amazing painting.
Su Mang's breath hitched.
The extremely clear smile made Su Mang involuntarily think of four words - "a smile that will captivate the city". Although maybe no boys would like this description, it is indeed a fact.
"Su Mang." Realizing that he had been staring at this person for a long time, Su Mang hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook Mingche's hand.
After a brief moment of holding each other's hands, Su Mang wanted to quickly retract his hand, but his palm was caught off guard and suddenly held tightly by Ming Che.
Su Mang raised his eyes in shock and looked into Ming Che's eyes.
They are a pair of slightly long and narrow black eyes, curved in a perfect arc, ranging from clear to blurry. Looking into them, there is endless temptation.
Su Mang quickly avoided those eyes, but what fell into her eyes was his cheeks as thin as white porcelain, without any blemishes.
Su Mang was startled, but did not look away this time.
His cheeks shone like a warm jade, and there was a careless smile on his soft lips, which suddenly reminded her of a sentence that blew into her ears in the wind a few days ago: Prince Mingche is Minghan.
