Her ideal type, of course, was...
Ming Ge quietly raised her eyebrows, her gaze gently landing on the man in black clothes not far away, who had a dignified and tall figure.
Coincidentally, at that moment, it seemed as though he also looked over as if they were connected by some unseen force, or rather, his gaze had always been fixed on her, never shifting.
So profound and passionate.
Ming Ge pursed her lips, which were like petals, her smile gently curving upward as she spoke,
"The person I like has black short hair, a tall, smooth nose bridge, a handsome face and profile. His eyes are deep and pitch black, gazing at you tenderly and affectionately. His lips are thin and brightly colored, uttering the most tender and melodious words of affection..."
Her voice was sweet and delicate, and if one listened carefully, it seemed to contain a hint of dreaminess.
