The moment he turned around, Chu Xu saw his face clearly.
Clean.
This was the first word that came to Chu Xu's mind.
It is not the kind of refinement that is deliberately modified, but a refreshing energy that comes from the bones.
The short hair is slightly curly, and a few strands of hair in front of the forehead are casually placed on the brow bone, making the face so white that it is almost transparent.
The eyebrows are tall and straight, the tail of the eyes is slightly raised, and the eyes are clear and deep, like a stream flowing in the mountains, pure but bottomless.
The bridge of his nose is high and his lips are thin, but with a natural upward arc. Even if he is not smiling, he seems to have a gentle smile.
The aura on his body is very special, like a spring breeze wrapped in the fragrance of ink blowing towards you, making people feel inexplicably comfortable.
Some men are born with a certain kind of temperament, not overt handsomeness, but settled elegance.
He walked among the crowd, walking calmly and unhurriedly, and the fluttering corners of the coat on his body carried an artistic rhythm.
Chu Xu was tempted. . . .
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