He never liked people talking about his appearance. Those superficial compliments always made him feel reduced to a thin picture.
But at this moment, every word that came out of her mouth was like a spring breeze blowing through his heart, making him unable to help but want to get closer.
He leaned over and gently leaned his hand on the edge of her desk. This action allowed him to clearly see the shadow cast by her eyelashes.
He blinked deliberately, with a hint of expectation in his voice that he was not aware of: "You think I'm good-looking? Do you like it?"
"Who wouldn't like that? But you shouldn't ask me that question," the girl said.
Intention: youth