"Dong Qingfeng?"
"What's up with you?"
Xin Youling called out.
Dong Qingfeng was momentarily stunned before he responded.
He took a deep breath, "I'm fine."
Dong Qingfeng was very picky; he wouldn't warm up to unattractive girls. Precisely because of this, he was very fond of girls with outstanding appearances.
He wasn't very old but had traveled to many places and seen beautiful girls from various places.
This girl left a deep impression on him. They had met at a small temple fair before. But on that evening, the visibility wasn't great, and since he was eager to please Yao Yiyao, even so, he was still secretly amazed by her.
Today, the light was excellent, and Dong Qingfeng could see her completely.
Dong Qingfeng had seen many beautiful things before and had been amazed more than once. His feelings varied; sometimes his heart raced, sometimes his blood boiled, sometimes it made him feel inferior, and sometimes he admired them greatly.
