Xue Ling gave a faint smile and reached out his hand to He Qing with a gentle expression.
His smile was now even more brilliant as he looked at the outstandingly unusual girl before him. Xue Ling felt half proud and half unhappy—in the crowd of tens of thousands, only the girl in front of him was not wearing makeup. Although she might not necessarily be especially pretty, when compared to the other girls in the venue, who seemed carbon-copied, she still stood out. However, this was definitely not one of his fans. Otherwise, she would surely look the same as they did...
But that didn't matter.
Xue Ling's eyes and brows curled with his smile as he faced He Qing.
Now she wasn't, but she would be soon.
Their hands clasped together.
He Qing bit her lip and slowly stretched out her plump, white hand.
