Several young men watched Gu Xiaoer burst into the solemn atmosphere with wide eyes and open mouths, their long ponytail swinging so vigorously that it gave them a headache.
The charming girl suddenly flung herself into the man's arms, then rubbed her little head against him non-stop, pouting as if mumbling something, looking for comfort like an affectionate Jiaojiao.
And that incomparably noble man planted a deep kiss on the girl's forehead, then with a sweep of his hand, picked her up like carrying a child.
The girl seemed quite accustomed to it, her arms naturally hooking around the man's neck.
Just like that, she clung to the man.
At this moment, the shocked expressions of the young men began to crumble and fall apart, replaced by deep awe and embarrassment.
Is that Gu Xiaoer's boyfriend?
Oh my God!
Han Luoli, holding his beloved who clung to him, supported her with his right hand and carried a beautifully wrapped gift bag in his left; his long legs stepping effortlessly.
