She tried to wink again, and the beauty in the mirror also winked.
Now, Yanran was finally sure that the beautiful face in the mirror was exactly the one growing on her neck.
A little more beautiful than my original face, but it’s not my face at all!
"What? Do you know who you are now?" The man Shiran sat down opposite her.
His slender legs were folded together, and his watery eyes were filled with mist. Yan Ran discovered that his eyes were actually amber, particularly beautiful and shining.
Although it was the first time for her to see amber eyes.
But she had an intuition that this was not the first time she had met this man.
Yanran frowned, suddenly stood up from the stool, and ran towards him quickly.
A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he instinctively covered the mask with his hand.
However, it seems that Yanran's purpose is not to take off his mask and see what he looks like, but...
"Oh my God! Why does it hurt so much?" He kept thinking about protecting his mask, but he didn't expect that the woman actually pinched his arm with all her strength.
The long nails dug into the flesh, soaking out traces of blood. The pain made him roar: "Feng Qianxiao, what are you doing?"
Use your other hand to brush the woman's hand away mercilessly.
Even though he was wearing a mask, his anger could still be heard.
Yanran was stunned for a long time, and then she said sadly: "If you cry out in pain, doesn't it mean I'm not dreaming?"
"Dream?" Upon hearing these two words, the man felt an urge to strangle her to death.
The rippling amber eyes were filled with traces of fire.
"You pinched me just to prove that you weren't dreaming?"