Jiang Sicun's outstretched arm was a little embarrassed, and he smiled in anticipation.
When the clear and bright peach blossom eyes swept to Qin You on one side, the delicate eyebrows were twisted, the long fingers were hooked on the chin to meditate, and the eyes were obviously admiring,
"Presumably this is Miss Qin Youqin, who has been admired for a long time!" The other hand has already stretched out.
A man's voice sounds like a mountain spring, which is different from Fu Shaoshen's masculine domineering. He is gentle and elegant without being feminine.
Qin also looked at the cynical Jiang Sicun, who had beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth