1838. That Fluttering Feeling (2)
It wasn't just her features; even the shape of her face was exquisitely flawless.
Especially when she stood in front of him with that serious expression, her long, curled lashes trembled slightly, like butterflies about to spread their wings and fly away at any moment, tugging at his heartstrings.
Even with the two of them standing so close, An Luobai still couldn't find the slightest trace of a pore on her face.
As a pure-blooded Asia native, her skin was so fair it practically glowed, and the skin on her face was so delicate it carried a faint pink hue…
Back when he and Lin Guanguan had entered the newcomer training camp together, because he'd gone in with the mindset of wanting to compete, he had never seriously studied this woman.
But seeing her now, An Luobai actually felt a sudden flutter in his heart.
In the more than twenty years he'd been alive, this was the first time he'd ever felt something like this.
