Ryan’s POV
Emily told me to start experimenting to know what I truly feel.
That is by looking at those five men as guys.
Thus, when I saw Sylvester waving his hand from afar, I realized that the experiment had started.
“Ryan, why are you so late? I walked out and looked for you because I miss you,” Sylvester said after running toward my side.
I looked at Sylvester’s face and began to appreciate his looks.
He had clean-cut dark blue hair when I first saw him. But his hair went longer, so he has long side bangs. I couldn’t see his dark and straight brows.
Under the streetlamp, his narrow but bright eyes were shining. Sylvester’s nose was so sharp that it could cut an onion. And his smile? Still captivating. Just looking at it made me feel refreshed.
I held my chest to check my pulse.
‘My heart beats normally.’
“Why are you looking at me like that? You were observing me too much. Do I have a booger?” he asked, which made me calmer.
