Ying Shao is a Girl

The tree of lanterns shines with thousands of lights, and the flames of flowers bloom on seven branches.

Figures danced in the flickering light.

"Wanwan! Do you think my dress looks good?"

Yan Weitang spun around in circles excitedly.

The skirt seemed to bloom like a flower as she moved.

Yan Weitang wears a light peach chest-length skirt, covered with a white gauze large-sleeved shirt. The skirt is two-tone, and the skirt is hand-stitched. Her long hair is styled into a double bun, each bun decorated with light pink. Tassel beads flowers.

She has curved eyebrows, a pair of charming apricot eyes, and a slight pear dimple on her cheeks. Her face is like white jade, light and elegant, delicate and cute.

Song Feiwan smiled brightly and clapped gently.

"Of course it looks good."

"Hey." Yan Weitang suddenly held Song Feiwan's hands.

"Wanwan is so suitable for wearing ancient costumes! So beautiful! She deserves to be my goddess!"

Hearing this, Song Feiwan smiled softly again, gentle and touching.

She wears a white and green two-color gradient cross-collar skirt with unique embroidery on the skirt, and a ring that flutters in the wind. Her long hair is slightly tied up with a white hair tie and draped quietly behind her back. Her lips are like cherry blossoms, and her eyebrows are like ink paintings, and she looks charming. Like the autumn water, it is like a fairy falling into the mortal world, arousing people's pity.

Ling Xihe was dressed in a purple robe, with a tall nose, thin lips, and ebony-like black pupils. The half-foot-tall jade crown on his head bound his black hair, and his sword-like eyebrows flew sideways. In the few strands of ink hair under the temples, there are three parts monster and seven parts romantic.

"Tang Mei'er, why don't you praise me for my good looks?" Ling Xihe asked dissatisfied.

Hearing this, Yan Weitang looked at Ling Xihe thoughtfully for a while.

"It's quite beautiful..."

"But I guess the boss must be better looking!"

Ling Xihe: "..." It's forbidden to argue with girls.

"Did Brother Jun also participate in this event?" Ling Xihe looked shocked. In his understanding, it was impossible for Ying Junchu to participate in these insignificant activities.

She is busy after all.

"One look at you and you don't care enough about me boss!"

"I got the list of participants for the SSS class in my senior year of high school, and the boss's name is also on it!"

Yan Weitang looked proud.

"That's really a rare thing." Ling Xihe touched his nose.

"That's right! Let's go find the boss! I've never seen the boss wearing ancient costumes. I really want to take a look!"

Yan Weitang looked expectant. She was undoubtedly Ying Junchu's little crush.

However, Song Feiwan, who was quietly beside him, had a calm face all the time and seemed not surprised at all.

The three people walking together are like a beautiful picture, which is intoxicating.

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"Wanwan, Xihe, come quickly! I think I saw the boss! She looks so good!"

Yan Weitang, who was running in front, waved to them.

Ying Jun first wore a snow-white brocade robe, with silver dark flowers on the hem and cuffs. His long dark hair was casually scattered on his shoulders. He had jade skin and porcelain bones, deep and narrow peach blossom eyes, and a face as cold as ice. With the usual indifference and alienation.

The young man in black next to her was equally beautiful, with clear blue eyes, slightly pursed red lips, and a flawless white face, with a blush on his delicate face.

The two of them look perfectly matched together, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Boss! Boss! You look so stunning in Hanfu!"

Yan Weitang ran a little too fast, and the tassels on his head were all tangled together.

"Tangtang, please slow down, Zhuhua's tassels are tangled together." Song Feiwan rushed up and reached out to help her separate the tangled tassels.

"Hey, I'm so excited. Wanwan, do you think the boss looks good?"

Yan Weitang motioned for her to look at Ying Junchu.

Hearing this, Song Feiwan raised his eyes.

His eyes fell on Ying Junchu.

She smiled and spoke softly: "There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like polishing."

"Of course she is very beautiful."

Song Feiwan's eyes moved to Ling Yiche again.