Yang Fei had broad shoulders and a slim waist, with his muscles cut into shuttle shapes.
But he wasn't like those overly bulky muscle men.
After long-term martial arts training and military exercise, he transformed into the epitome of a male model figure.
With such a figure, he looked good in anything he wore, but he especially looked dashing in a crisply tailored suit.
What was most important was that his handsome features had an air of roguish charm, with the corners of his mouth quirked up, giving him exceptionally beautiful lips.
At the same time, he didn't appear effeminate; throughout his being, he carried a faint hint of the stern and martial spirit of a soldier.
Even Liang Jiayi hadn't expected that this carefree guy, when dressed up, could look so dashing.
Both handsome and cool!
Liang Jiayi was not a girl to be crazed over looks.
Sister Xue had also seen plenty of handsome men and was hardly surprised by them.
However, in that moment, both girls were dazzled.
