The Feelings Of A Young Girl Were Always Like Poetry

When Ye Linlang heard Jiang Miaomiao's surprised shout, she immediately raised her eyes.

This glance seemed to lasted a lifetime.

How could there be such a good-looking youth in this world?!

At that instant when she raised her eyes, Ye Linlang seemed to have heard the sound of her breathing speed up, and she completely forgot about the current situation.

She saw a young man standing about three to four meters away. He was about 1.7 meters tall.

He was a handsome young man who was between a man and a boy. He was wearing a white shirt. His figure was thin, but he did not seem too thin.

He had sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and a pair of long and narrow black phoenix eyes that were suffused with a cold Light. The color of his thin lips was very faint, as if they were naturally suitable for kissing. It made people unable to resist the urge to kiss him.