Ou Lan and Lin Ziran effortlessly walked up to Baili Mu, enjoying the polite bows from everyone.
It was like some sacred figures walking down a revered red carpet.
Even Baili Mu, when they approached, dismissed the bodyguard who was about to rush forward and then bowed politely to them.
Ou Lan and Lin Ziran felt somewhat embarrassed, their hearts pounding non-stop.
For one, it was because their means were shameless, and secondly, damn, to be so close to their idol that they could even see the fine fluff on his face.
Both of them had the same admiration, the Prince was really handsome.
His skin was even better than that of girls, his features fine and exquisite as if crafted from the finest materials, but most importantly, it was his aura that caught their attention—wasn't this the charming young gentleman straight out of the stories?
He was the type they had fancied since childhood, and Baili Mu was the finest of this type.
