Chu Yan's eyebrows were like the distant mountains. She was elegant and refined, like a fairy who had walked out of a painting. Her eyes were like autumn water, and she had a celestial appearance. She was beautiful and intelligent.
The first time you saw her, it was enough to leave a deep impression on you.
When she was idle and quiet, she was like a delicate flower shining on the water. When she moved, she was like a weak willow blowing in the wind. She was like a light cloud covering the moon. She was like floating snow in the wind! Perhaps only such a sentence could describe this girl's temperament!
Everyone was stunned on the spot as if they were in a space-time vortex.
"Cough, cough! Uncles, what is the situation at the entrance? Why did our camp retreat five miles?"
Zhang Chuchen coughed a few times, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the tent. Only then did the Zhang Family's Second Master come back to his senses.
