"I know you like me, but you can't be so domineering, can you? I just glanced at someone twice. I didn't do anything, and yet your face is already looking so long."
"Yes, yes, I get it. I won't be like this anymore." He Xing, upon seeing Fu Han finally willing to speak, couldn't hide his joy, his face bursting with smiles.
His half-long hair danced in the night, a few strands flying in front of his forehead, blocking his view. A face that was already chiseled was half-covered by hair, making it appear even more like a small, palm-sized face.
The most captivating sight was under the veil of his black hair; his pair of obsidian-like eyes sparkled brighter than the stars in the sky, magnetically drawing Fu Han's gaze deep into their depths.
Thump, thump, thump!
Whose heartbeats are roaring like a drum?
In the distance, who is singing a lingering song?
