"Wait a moment!"
Ann Ran said this, then turned around and exchanged a few words with a bride in a wedding dress on the deck,
and quickly walked down from the 520 yacht.
Before long, Ann Ran was in front of Lin Xian,
discreetly observing Lin Xian. She felt a slight flutter in her heart.
Compared to the last time they met, Lin Xian was even more charming at this moment.
With a smile warm as sunlight, accompanied by a faint scent of tobacco and vanilla ice cream on him,
one couldn't help but think of the youthful days walking down shady paths of a summer campus.
This once unassuming treasure boy was still low-key and modest, yet anyone could see
that he was gradually blossoming into a dazzling light.
The most important thing is, he's only 18 years old!
Right in the prime of youth.
It's known that men are like wine; only with the sedimentation and accumulation of time do they become mellow and fragrant.
When he grows to thirty, what kind of charm will he have?
