Ding Shan slightly pursed her lips, gently placed her hand in Xiang Hong's, and gracefully stood up.
The smile in Xiang Hong's eyes became even more intense.
Only then did the people around them notice. They all exclaimed excitedly, and some mischievous ones whistled.
Ding Shan's face gradually reddened. In this dark and ambiguous atmosphere, she seemed particularly delicate. She was not as stiff as before nor as gentle as usual. Instead, she revealed a unique girlish mood.
Even Xiang Hong, who had been silently watching Ding Shan, was stunned for a moment, let alone the others. He had looked through all of Ding Shan's photos and videos, but none could compare to the beauty of Ding Shan standing in front of him.
