A strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Do you think that there are conditions for me to give up?"
"Isn't that so?"
Kuang Meiyun looked at him.
What Peng Bairan saw was an untamed face.
This was a very masculine and unusually calm face. It was difficult to find the delicate beauty of a woman on it. The eyebrows were sharp, the nose was firm, the lips without any lip gloss were hard, the facial lines were like knives, and the short hair was capable...
If one really had to evaluate this face, the word "heroic" was quite appropriate.
As for her femininity, she really couldn't find it at all.
Of course, if the words were a little vulgar, the words "tomboy" should be a very accurate summary.
In addition, if you looked closely, you could vaguely find the shadow of Little Yin on her body. It was quite eye-catching.
Uh, what was he thinking?
Peng Bairan retracted his gaze and saw He Si serving tea.
