The black pupils seemed to be coated with a layer of water, warm and translucent, three parts sparkling and one part elegant.
The soft moonlight fell on his strong figure, giving him a faint halo, exuding a restrained and low-key luxury against the backdrop of the flowers behind him.
This man has an aura that has nothing to do with his gorgeous clothes, but a kind of pure demeanor hidden in the depths. His every move is flowing, as if everything is empty when he is there.
If Lan Yuchi is said to be a strange flower blooming in the dark night, it has a kind of falling and shadowy beauty.
Then this man is the graceful man who stepped out of the peerless oil painting, with a noble and unparalleled beauty.
It's just that both of them have a cold temperament, but this man has a slight softness in his loneliness.
The man's eyebrows were beautiful, his charming lips parted slightly, "Are you okay?"
Wang Aoshuang withdrew her exclamation eyes and gave a faint smile, "It's okay, thank you."
Although the man looked cold, he was polite and asked, "Can I know the name of the lady?"
"Wang Aoshuang."
A subtle smile appeared on his perfect lip line, quiet and elegant, and Lang Lang said: "The lotus has been exhausted and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches... A very artistic poem and a very inspirational name."
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Wang Aoshuang's beautiful face showed a look of admiration. This man was very cultural and could understand her name so thoroughly.
He stretched out his slender hand, and the long fingers with clear joints showed a kind of hardness in the moonlight, "Hello, my name is Ling Ang."
She also extended her hand politely, with a smile like a night-blooming nightbloom under the moon, with ultimate beauty and sincerity, "Hello, thank you very much tonight."
"A good man will never let a good woman get hurt." Under the starlight, his tall body exuded a beautiful sense of stability.
"Huh?" Her bright eyes flashed and she frowned slightly, "Why did you treat me as a good woman when we first met?"
He suddenly stared at her with bated breath and said in a calm tone, "No need for a reason, as long as I think it is."
Wang Aoshuang was stunned, and then chuckled. This man was really confident.
Suddenly, her expression changed and she felt her stomach twitching.
This morning I was tormented by Lan Yuchi all morning. Before lunch, I was dragged by that woman to pick out a dress for the afternoon. She hasn't eaten yet.
"What's wrong?" Ling Ang saw the sudden change in her expression, and nervousness flashed in his eyes.
"I haven't eaten anything all day today, and I have another stomach bug."
Ling Ang's handsome face suddenly sank, his star eyes turned, and he took Wang Aoshuang's hand and walked out.
Wang Aoshuang was stunned for a moment. When they first met, this man held her hand without any hesitation?
She tried to break free several times, but Ling Ang held her hand tightly, leaving no room for her to loosen.
As soon as he walked out of the door, several night bodyguards followed him. Ling Ang waved his hand, "You guys go back."
She was pulled into his car, and she was a little worried, "Where are you taking me?"
"If something like that happened tonight, you probably wouldn't be interested in the food inside."
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over. Wang Aoshuang was startled and shrank back subconsciously.
He looked at her lightly, expressionless, and silently fastened her seat belt, his movements natural, as if he was doing something natural for a long-time lover.