The man who opened the door for him had the buttons of his shirt half undone, the collar wide open, and the slightly disheveled shirt tucked into his trousers creating snow-white waves of folds that highlighted the pitch-black color of his long pants below.
The two contrasting colors, woven into one person.
And yet, the skin that the man bared — cold and white like jade — was unexpectedly... beautiful.
Poor Ming Ci, a high schooler just finished with his college entrance exams, couldn't think of any adjective more appropriate than "beautiful" in that moment.
Ming Ci stammered, "I'm sorry, I must have gone to the wrong door..."
Why would there be a man hidden in his sister Ming Ge's house?
Moreover, the disheveled appearance of this man, as if he had just woken up and gotten out of bed to open the door for him...
Ming Ci was no longer the clueless three-year-old Baby.
On the contrary, he knew quite a bit.
Cough, cough, cough.
