"Hi."
His heart almost jumped out of his chest if it were not for his ribcage keeping it contained. He was only onto the second button of his clothes when that happened. Right now, his heart was beating rapidly, drumming furiously inside his chest as he clenched his hand on the collar of his clothes--
'It might be wrinkled later on,' His mind reminded him which he ignored.
--And whirled around.
A young man supporting slick jet black hair with a heartthrob haircut leaned against the entrance of the changing room. A few stubborn strands of hair fell over his forehead, yet still looked unbelievably handsome. A pair of jade jewels shone especially bright right at this moment.
He was dressed in a well-pressed suit that wrapped right in all places and looked like the embodiment of everything Jian Yu had ever found vaguely attractive.
