Zhou Jing'an lowered his head and said nothing. He wanted to tell you to stay away from him, but he didn't have the right to say that.
Jiang Ling teased him deliberately, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "He has a good appearance and a noble temperament. He really has a good appearance."
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Jing'an hesitated. He took two steps forward anxiously, but was afraid of offending her, so he quickly took a step back.
Zhou Jingan was extremely panicked.
Sure enough, Ling'er was fascinated by his face.
He lowered his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes wandering around, and before he spoke, heat rose on his cheeks.
"Ling'er, I...I'm pretty too, so please don't look at others, okay?"
His voice was soft, but it was filled with urgency and tenderness. It gently brushed across Jiang Ling's earlobe, making the tip of her ear numb.
Jiang Ling's ears burned when she heard what he said. She turned sideways awkwardly, twisting her handkerchief between her fingers, "How could it be... How could it be that you praise yourself for being beautiful?"
"What do you think, Ling'er?"
Zhou Jing'an moved closer and whispered.
"What do you think?"
Jiang Ling turned around and saw Zhou Jing'an's face close to her. He pursed his lips and asked her softly, "What do you think of my appearance?"
Zhou Jing'an's eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes were very long, casting a shadow, his nose was straight, his lips were full and beautiful, his face was well-defined, and the curve of his chin was just right.
Especially his pair of peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, very delicate and beautiful. At this moment, he looked at her intently, with ripples in his eyes, rippling with boundless spring tenderness.
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