The sharp chin, exquisite features, the man before her seemed like a character straight out of a comic book, brought to life. He wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, yet somehow pulled off the effect of high-fashion brand clothing—a complete enchantress. Underneath the slightly disheveled hair, the man's captivating peach blossom eyes were smiling mischievously at her.
"Luo Xiaoqian, I want to talk to you," he said.
Luo Xiaoqian felt that the man in front of her looked somewhat familiar, but for the moment, she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
As if seeing the confusion in her eyes, Jiao Yang smiled, then casually took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, and lazily put them on his nose. He extended a finger to gently hook down the glasses, his charming peach blossom eyes looking at her from behind the lenses with a suggestive smile.
"Need help?" he asked.
That tone, that posture...
