是梦么?如练的清冷月光里有一个清俊的身影存在着。夜无尽,而那轮廓却在这无尽的黑暗中明晰起来。这张脸再熟悉不过。曾经的一年,昼与夜,朝与暮,入眼的,闪烁的,流动的,皆是这一张疏淡流离的脸。五官无疑是精致的,如同被人用刀精心刻画。瓷白的肤,细腻的皮。若为女子,定是一顾倾城。他却偏是男子,于是多了几分魅惑与儒雅的气息……四叶草JJ一进编辑部,就看到朝颜JJ在喃喃自语。四叶草JJ将视线跃过电脑,又跃过杂志书堆,最后聚焦到朝颜JJ面前的电脑屏幕上,只看一眼就明白了,不由嘴角上挑,在她耳畔轻语道:“亲亲,别发花痴了,ERIC殿下可远在韩国呢!” Is it a dream? If there is a figure of Ching Chun in the cold moonlight of practice, there is a figure. The night is endless, and the outline is clear in this endless darkness. This face is familiar again. In the past year, the night, the day and the day, the eye-catching, the flashing, and the flowing were all the face of this evacuation. The five features are undoubtedly exquisite, as if they were carefully described by a knife. Porcelain white skin, delicate skin. If it is a woman, it will be a city of allure. However, he was a man, so he was a bit more charm and elegant atmosphere ... ... Four-leaf clover JJ into the editorial department, they saw Chao Yan JJ muttering to himself. Four-leaf clover JJ jumped his gaze over the computer, jumped over the magazine stack again, and finally focused on the computer screen in front of Yan Yan JJ. He only understood it at a glance, not picking from the corners of the mouth, and whispered in her ear: “Dear kisses, don’t hate it, ERIC can be far away in Korea!”