That face is God's most perfect masterpiece, echoing in his mind day and night. The Great Lai held his breath, afraid that this was just a dream. Even if someone was behind him with a gun to his head, at this moment, he felt the world had just burst into a splendid firework, too beautiful to blink.
"You've lost some weight, your skin's gotten darker—not black, but a wheat color. Kinda cool-looking, prettier than before." Even now, his thieving heart persists in bluntly confessing.
Hua Hua looked up, and her eyes, under sunglasses, shot out a light that could rip someone to shreds.
On the surface, he pulled out an incredibly dazzling arc: "Oh, really? But you're still just like before. Nothing's changed, still making me dislike you at first glance!"
"Really?" It doesn't matter!
I never cared to begin with!
It's just you who lack taste!
