Chapter 277

Cheng Anya pulls down again, and it’s Louis’s beautiful face. At this time, it’s a side face. It’s as perfect as Venus, and the line is as sketched out. It’s incredibly beautiful.

The melancholy Prince looked at Cheng Anya affectionately, and the red wine became his deep props. The picture was taken extraordinarily. If she didn’t know Louis, she would think that this man really loved her to death.

You can’t look like a person, you can’t look like a person.

Design dialogue, Louis: why don’t you understand my heart? Let my lips kiss your face.

Cheng Anya shakes, rubs gooseflesh on his arm, grabs a nearby water glass and gulps a sip of water.

Miss, it’s a pity that you’re not a detective. If you don’t say the beauty of the picture, you can figure out Louis’s abnormal psychology.