But to be honest, compared to before, Ling Miaomiao has long since become a completely different person.
After all, the military camp is a natural "cosmetic surgery" clinic!
"This is..." Looking at Han Xiaoxu's exquisite features, the girl suddenly blushed.
"Fiancé, hello." Before Ling Miaomiao could speak, Han Xiaoxu quickly responded. He nodded slightly to the girl, his lips curled into a slight smile—it almost swept her soul away; Ling Miaomiao immediately gave him a sharp elbow but did not deny it.
Having a fiancé was good to fend off too many covetous glances.
Because just now, she had seen countless pairs of eyes eagerly spinning around Han Xiaoxu and Huahua, almost as if they wanted to strip them bare and devour them.
