When she was dazed, a warm breath came down and wrapped around her, and a gentle kiss fell on her forehead. She opened her eyes, and what she saw was an unfamiliar face. He was in his twenties, with a delicate and handsome face. There was a hint of depression between his eyebrows. He leaned down and stared at her deeply. He actually still had long hair, and his long black hair hung down, with a few strands falling on Qian Miao's neck.
Qian Miao couldn't believe her eyes, blinked hard and rubbed them with her hands.
A familiar chuckle sounded in his ears.
When he opened his eyes again, Daniel was looking at her. He half-closed his eyes, covered with a layer of long and thin golden brown eyelashes. Different from the soft eyelashes of Asians, their eyelashes seemed to be straight with hardness and as neat as pruning. The expression of his lowered eyes was particularly deep and gentle, thickening a bit of confusion.