Before this, Miss Zhuang Xian did not realize she had such a beauty complex. If this wasn't a beauty complex, then what was it? She couldn't bear to blame a good-looking person that turned into a dog.
In the words of young people nowadays, Zhuang Xian could no longer be considered a beauty lover. She already looked like she had fallen in love. What dog-like Mo Qian? This was soft-hearted and doting!
Zhuang Xian looked at Mo Qian before her and sighed slightly in her heart. She did not know how many times she had sighed today. It seemed that Mo Qian could always make her feel so helpless.
Zhuang Xian might not have known that two people who liked each other could not do anything to each other. Because they wanted and cared about each other, they treated each other with tolerance and gentleness. Of course, this tolerance for liking someone completely differed from treating others.
