Jiang Liu'er stared at the sleeping beauty in front of her quietly, and couldn't help but be stupid.

In his mind, she is elegant and vulgar, with a light and spiritual aura, delicate skin, leisurely demeanor, beautiful eyes, peach cheeks with a smile, unspoken, breath like a quiet orchid, indescribably gentle and lovely.

Her skin is better than snow, her eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when she looks forward to it, she has an elegant and noble temperament, which makes people feel ashamed of herself and dare not blaspheme. But that cold arrogance and agility are quite seductive, and people can't help but be haunted.

She leaned on the bench alone, under the light of the fire, her complexion was as clear as jade, like a new moon, like a flower and tree piling up snow, and she was glamorous, quiet and leisurely, tender and graceful, charming in language, delicate and tactful, and glamorous.

Listening to her spit out like a pearl, her voice is soft and crisp, very beautiful, I looked at her a few times, and saw that she looked innocent, delicate and naughty, her cheeks were red, although she was young, but her complexion was clear and beautiful, and her bearing was elegant.

She faced the bouquet of flowers, her body was slender, her long hair was draped in a vest, and she was gently held by a pink ribbon, dressed in white, and the flowers were even more vivid, only to feel that there seemed to be a haze behind her, she was really not a person in the world, and when she turned around, she saw that she was a young man, but she was eighteen years old, her skin was better than snow, delicate and incomparable, and her complexion was beautiful, and she could not be forced to look at.

Once upon a time, Jiang Liu'er had also imagined that when his palm touched her arm, the girl lowered her head, and he could see a slight flush on her face, which had just turned pale with horror.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, sweeping shallow worry on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pitiful.

She probably fell into the mortal angel accidentally, and between her eyebrows, there was an aura different from that of the mortal woman.

She's like a feather in the air, you want to touch it, but you can't bear to disturb her quiet. It's better to treat her as a painting and guard her forever...

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