Not far away, Ouyang Xuan was stunned.
He stared wide-eyed, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Ziran actually wore black stockings? She even lifted her own skirt and raised her foot, showing that guy?"
"No way, how could Ziran ever stoop to wearing black stockings—something only ordinary women wear!"
He suddenly rubbed his eyes and looked again carefully—yep, he really saw Ziran's black stockings. On those stockings, he also saw the words: "Xiao Ye's Exclusive."
"Holy shit!"
Ouyang Xuan felt like his worldview had been turned upside down.
The elegant, pure goddess had fallen to the mortal world!
Ziran, the first crush in so many people's hearts, really was about to chase after a man on her own initiative!
*No, my goddess!!!* he wailed miserably in his heart.
The north wind whistled, sand swirled in the air, and he stood alone, looking a bit lonely and a bit sad. A black crow flew over his head, cawing mournfully.
