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As Cheng Anya scrolled down, she saw Louis' pretty face again. This time, it was his side profile that was as perfect as the goddess Venus. The line was like an edge that stood out and was unbelievably beautiful.

The melancholic prince looked at Cheng Anya deeply as his glass of red wine became a prop for the depth of his emotions. The photograph was extraordinary, and people who did not understand Louis would assume that he loved her to the moon and back.

Looks do not tell everything, the looks do not tell everything.

Designed dialog:

Louis: Why don't you understand my heart? Allow me to plant my lips on your face.

Cheng Anya shuddered and rubbed down the goose bumps on her arm as she grabbed the glass next to her to gulp some water down.

'Dear OP, it is a real pity you are not a detective. Aesthetics of the photographs aside, even you could quite accurately surmise Louis's perverted mentality.'

You. Are. Badass.