But now he was sitting in a backlit position, and she just saw a pair of shining eyes. With doubts, she turned on the lamp.
Although I had just seen his appearance under the moonlight, there was always a hazy feeling under the moonlight. Now under the light, I can see him more clearly. Oh my god, he looks really like that tyrant.
Like, no, they almost seem to be the same person, even the majestic aura exuding from them is the same.
I don't know if she had an illusion, but she felt that she could faintly smell a feeling in him. He had a natural royal air, and now he seemed to rule the world.
Hey, Ming Xiaochen, what are you thinking about? How can that tyrant compare with him? They are twins, but Jean has many similarities, and it's not like she has never seen twins who can't tell who is who.
, what a fuss.
If she had to tell her apart, it would be that there was an aura of violence in that tyrant. He was like a lion king who was ready to tear the prey in front of him into pieces at any time. It was intimidating, but the thousands of people in front of him were terrifying.
Ye, although he exudes a strong aura, he will not hurt her.
"Xiaochen, what's the matter?" Han Junrong saw that she had been staring at his face in a daze after lighting up the lamp. He couldn't help but feel nervous, worried that she would recognize him. If she knew that he was the person in her mouth,
That tyrant, then there is no way to continue playing this game.
"Uh, oh...it's nothing. What do you want me to see?" She was staring at a man in a daze. Ming Xiaochen, do you still know what shyness is? Ming Xiaochen was already wandering around because of his call.
The soul outside the sky was called back, his face turned red, and his bright eyes began to twinkle.
"Look at this piece of rice paper." Han Junrong saw that her face was like two red clouds flying up, and it looked extremely moving under the reflection of the light. His mind couldn't help but waver, but he quickly put his thoughts aside.
Pressing it down, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it flat on the table for her to read.
She thought he was showing something, but she didn't expect it was just a piece of rice paper. She looked down with confusion and saw two lines written on it: It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die.
When the silk is gone, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry.
"This is a poem by Li Shangyin, what's wrong?" This is a very **** poem. What is the purpose of letting her read this? Ming Xiaochen's face turned redder.
"Don't you think this handwriting is very familiar?" Han Junrong's eagle-like eyes captured her expression tightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Wasn't this written by her? Why didn't she react at all?
No, it was like seeing a calligraphy and painting that I had never seen before. It was motionless.
"Familiar? No, I've never seen it before. How could it feel familiar?" Ming Xiaochen shook his head. This handwriting looked very delicate. It should have been written by a woman, but to be honest, the handwriting was better than hers.
She felt so much better that she couldn't help but feel shy. She couldn't even show her handwriting to anyone.
"Ming Xiaochen, are you really Ming Xiaochen?" Isn't it too weird to say that he has never seen the handwriting written by himself? Han Junrong's face suddenly turned cold.
