At this moment, Su Xiaoya had completely overturned the innocent image Li Xiaoqiang held of her in his heart.
But she was even more attractive than innocence, and all the men in the cafe were staring at her in the white lamb outfit.
Su Xiaoya wore a little white hat, and her clothing, fluffy like lamb's wool, was very cute.
Her face, dolled up like a porcelain doll's, looked as if it might break with a single breath, and her sparkling large eyes seemed to speak, full of life.
Li Xiaoqiang had compared before; Zhou Wudie had a strong desire for control, preferring to take charge and embodied more characteristics of a mature woman, a feat ordinary men couldn't climb.
While Su Xiaoya had an air of poetry and books about her, pure and aloof, possessing an unapproachable quality. But it was often in some small details where she could most touch people's hearts.
The pink lights, scattered over her, made her all the more enchanting.
