Sitting on the bleachers next to the playground with her knees clasped, she looked at the dancing skirts of the girls in the dance department from a distance. The male singer on the poster that was hastily stuffed to the bottom of her schoolbag always reminded her of Shen Yanchen from Class 1 (7) of high school. The boy's little fangs and deep eyes showed out when he smiled at others, which made She Bao's head spin. She is only seventeen years old this year, and she already has some fantasies about darkness and depravity. Can the clean season of winter really tolerate me?