She raised her hand, gently stroking his face; hmm, even after a night, his skin still felt so good to the touch, and his eyelashes were so long, truly incredible. Such eyelashes would make even women jealous.
Her fingers gently slid twice over his eyelashes, savoring the feeling of being brushed by "fans."
Her fingers then slowly brushed over the bridge of his nose, landing on his lips. His lips were slightly thin but very sensual, with a faint rose hue. When he smiled, it truly gave the feeling of a beauty capable of captivating cities and countries.
If he were born in ancient times, dressed in robes whiter than snow, playing a lute? Or perhaps sword dancing? What a sight it would be!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mabel Quinn's mind about the cosplay wedding photos that Alice Conley had mentioned before, or the suggestion of wearing Hanfu for wedding photos. Now that she thought about it, it didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
