Luo Lian

In the French restaurant, the candlelight on the dining table swayed, reflecting on her face. The young and beautiful face was filled with childlike happiness. It felt as if she had got a piece of candy that she had coveted for a long time. Her big eyes were blinking, the candlelight cast a shadow on her face, and her bright red lips were lightly raised... She held her face with both hands, bit her lower lip and looked at the Western food on the table. Then she looked up at the man walking across the way, a blush flying over her cheeks... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.