“Awaken.”
Feng Yin’s voice woke Cheng Yanqiu who was addicted to the advertisement.
Cheng Yanqiu looked at Feng Yin, and his eyes were recovering from the clarity.
“I’m scared.”
A long-handed and long-legged man, with aggrieved eyes, sat next to Feng Yin and grabbed her fingers very naturally.
He lowered his head and played with Feng Yin’s fingers.
“It’s not your fault, it’s mainly because I’m too beautiful.”
“Yes, you are beautiful, very beautiful.”
Cheng Yanqiu looked up, his eyes were full of affection and praise, like the deep sea.
The white palms, with warmth attached to Cheng Yanqiu’s eyes.
“Don’t look at me like this. It’s so tempting. I want to eat you.”
After Feng Yin finished speaking, he saw Cheng Yanqiu’s ears red and a blush on his neck gradually dyed.
Is it so innocent?
Who was the one who was imagining last night?
As the thought turned, Feng Yin’s palm was taken off by Cheng Yanqiu, and the two of them watched the advertisement on TV together.
The wind roared over and fell on a white horse.
The wind on the horse’s back sang and ran.
Her hair flew with the wind, as if she had untied her restraints. The elf girl on the horse’s back had a gradient expression.
From youth to maturity, from dependence to independence, it is the transformation of women’s independence.
As a blue ribbon drifted away with the wind, the camera moved away, leaving only a back.
Finally, the girl suddenly turned around, and her beautiful smile was no longer cowardly and cautious, but replaced by confidence and ostentatiousness.
The picture is frozen, and exquisite perfume bottles and logos appear, accompanied by an advertising slogan.
“Your choice – DICO!”
The advertisement ended here, and it was not long and I was absolutely impressed.
Feng Yin turned off the TV casually, tilted her body and asked, “How is it?”