Last July was as light as a jujube.
July of this year is like Hongli.
Yan Ling met Pan Xiaojiang for the first time in his youth. A head of black broken hair that shines in the sun, deep black eyes that cannot be reached, thin and sexy lips under the straight nose, a traceless arc, simple but elegant white T-shirt casual clothes, making his figure even taller and majestic, holding a sky blue skateboard in his hand, his body seems to exude a halo called lust, attracting a large number of girls.
. . . .
Pan Xiaojiang meets Yanling for the first time
The beauty is drunk and her face is rosy.
He raised his head and saw a delicate hand like white jade lifting the curtain and walking in. The girl was dressed in a gauze-like white dress, as if she was in the mist. She seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Except for her black hair, she was all white and had a beautiful face. At this time, when the sun was rising, she saw a melon-seed face, delicate and elegant, and a pair of bright, clear eyes looking at him.