Like her? Like who?

Song July didn't know who he was talking about. He was doubtful. He just looked at the man's face at the moment.

The man sat tall on the pony, his figure was long and thin, and his black hair was dyed with a light golden light in the sunshine, and fell down so smoothly. His eyes aren't long enough or big-eyed, his nose is not tall but handsome, his lips are light, and his whole facial features are not too brilliant.

In July, Song was surrounded by all kinds of beautiful men, and this Mr. Mo was really not as handsome as ever.

But on the...