Chu Yilun walked slowly towards her. His elegant and proud figure seemed to have lost some weight, and his facial features were more noble and graceful. He looked at her, still with a warm smile on his face, but there was a vague feeling in his eyes.
A profound scene flashed slightly.
"Really? Did you see it on TV? Just now?"
"Yes, American Global News reported that, did you know that Yesilo's attack at sea was actually not an accident. I... Oops, this matter is complicated. I will tell you slowly in the future.
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Chu Yilun stepped forward and held her hand. The woman in front of him had eyes as bright as fireworks in the dark night. Her face was so beautiful and flushed with excitement and eagerness, as if a lily soaked in bright blood beads was injected with rebirth.
Infused with vivid vitality and soul.
"Okay." He opened his lips, smiled, and held her hand without letting go. He just stared deeply into her eyes, which suddenly turned from ice green to dark, like the vast and deep night sky, invisible.
I can't even hope to get up to the end.
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——It's like a deep cave, absorbing everything around it step by step.
"Lili," he held her waist, his voice gentle and low, "You are tired, look, you can't even lift your eyelids..."
The voice is quiet and beautiful, like the sounds of nature entangled with the dark night. It is so lazy and charming that it enchants people's hearts. "You need to have a good sleep. Come, follow me to the bedroom. Don't worry, everything will be fine when you wake up..."
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Cheng Liuli's eyes gradually became blurred, and everything in front of him seemed to be enveloped in a hazy mist, or white fine gauze, curling up, poetic and picturesque.
She couldn't see the scenery in front of her clearly. She could only vaguely feel that everything was beautiful. The mountains were surrounded by the water, and the water was adjacent to the mountains. She held the hand of her most beloved boy and walked among the green mountains and clear water, as if she was standing on a mountain.
In a splash-ink painting.
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Just like that, he closed his eyes in a daze, rested his head on the boy's knees, and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
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One day, she found herself sitting quietly in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom.
The early morning sunlight shone brightly through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and her eyes dazzled slightly.
On her body, she wore a snow-white wedding dress, complicated classical lace, soft and elegant satin and silk, which vaguely reflected the soft light, and she was in a trance in a beautiful dream——
One makeup artist gently combed her long hair, while another evenly applied foundation and rouge on her face.
A few strands of slightly curly long hair hang down from the cheeks, which is romantic and refreshing.
She saw herself in the mirror:
Moist and crystal clear white skin.
Beautiful amber eyes.
Moisturizes lips like rose petals.
Small chin.
A neck as elegant as a white swan.
Sexy and delicate collarbone.
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"Our queen is really beautiful..." The makeup artists admired each other in low voices, but their hands were still busy. One person put on radiant earrings for her, and the other loosened her hair.
Put a few jasmine flowers in bloom on your long hair.
"Yes, she is several ranks higher than Britain's Queen Kate..."
It's just that the queen in front of her is beautiful, but she always seems to be missing something.