If I too had a perfect boyfriend who is strikingly handsome, extraordinarily elegant, and immensely wealthy, I doubt I would be willing to introduce him to others.
The girl was in close proximity to Gao Jun; she stared blankly at this man who had suddenly appeared, falling into a momentary stupor, as if torpedoes were blasting in her mind, leaving a blank void.
The confessor opened his mouth but felt a dryness in his throat, subconsciously stepping back, a sense of shame creeping over him.
The advice that was on the tip of his tongue now felt impossible to utter. Gao Jun approached and scrutinized Wang Meizhen, who stood beneath the streetlight.
She was even more delicate and charming than in her photos, especially that hint of coquettish allure between her brows and eyes, which made his heart skip a beat.
Her, in a white dress, had even more of a goddess-like charm and elegance.
