How could Su Qingluan let go? Seeing this, she immediately rushed forward and "captured" the fish at the cost of falling flat on her face.
But she is so tired!
Su Qingluan was panting with exhaustion, but she heard a laughing voice above her head, slightly teasing, "Young lady, we are not related at all, why are you bowing so solemnly?"
Su Qingluan looked up with her head prostrated. The first thing that caught her eye was the hem of a snow-white robe. Then, looking up, she saw a slender waist and an upper body leaning against an armrest, a pale and delicate neck, soft and loose black hair draped behind her, and then a face with a faint smile.
His appearance was clearly gentle and elegant with a hint of delicate beauty. If one had to say that compared to those superstars or beautiful artists that Su Qingluan had seen in modern times, the face of the person in front of her seemed unremarkable.
But for some reason, looking at those eyes with a faint smile, Su Qingluan felt that those celebrity artists were outshined.
The man in front of him looked to be in his early twenties. He leaned his upper body leisurely, yet he had an outstanding temperament. He did not look sloppy at all, but instead displayed a unique free and easy demeanor, like a young man from a noble family who was enjoying a leisurely outing by the river - if he was not sitting in a bulky wooden wheelchair.
But even so, he did not look depressed or sick at all.
Beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. For some reason, this sentence suddenly popped up in Su Qingluan's mind.
Just as she was staring blankly at the person in front of her, she was hit on the face with a "slap" - it turned out that the uncle Yu who was held in her arms had escaped from control again and gave Su Qingluan a wrong shot.
Su Qingluan was covered in the fish tail's face, and when she came to her senses, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
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