"Fu Yiyi, what are you doing?"
Seeing her movements, Fu Yingying's eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to scold her when she saw the "Goddess" wave his hand and step forward with a slight smile, "Forgive you? Sure!"
"Really?"
Fu Yiyi reached out and grabbed Zhang Xuan's arm, looking bashfully coquettish, "You're really too kind, I just like generous men..."
Up close and taking a careful look at the youth in front of her, a pair of black eyes deep as the stars, distinct jawline, high nose bridge, thin lips with a faint smile, giving off a warm feeling.
Fu Yiyi's heart trembled and in an instant, felt that all the men she had seen before had lost their shine and were not worth mentioning.
Whether it was Shi Xueqing or Shen Wujun, they all seemed as common as strangers, no longer sparking the slightest interest.
"I really hope I could follow him for the rest of my life. Even if I do nothing, just watching from afar would be enough..."