“What kind of man do you like?”
Long Yuetian was stunned for a moment, wondering who Luo Xiuen was asking for.
“I like…” Long Yuetian’s eyes appeared inexplicably like Zhai Erye.
Cold, majestic, meticulous.
Long Yuetian quickly put away distracting thoughts: “I don’t have any particular type, but I must be a serious man.”
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