As the new semester of high school was about to start, Pei Xingyue broke his leg while skiing and took half a month off. While recovering from his injury, his best friend informed him that his status as school president was not guaranteed.
When he rushed back to school angrily, the moment he saw the other person, he was conquered by his appearance.
I can't compare with face, so I can only compare with talent.
Pei Xingyue asked his parents to sign him up for a jazz dance class. He went to the class on the weekend and happened to catch the advanced class after class. He also saw the cold and distant Shen Kaizhi in the scattered crowd.
The sweat-soaked T-shirt hung loosely around his body, vaguely outlining his lean waist.
Before he could look at the deep collarbone, Shen Kaizhi had already put on his down jacket.
The knee-length down jacket didn't look bulky on the boy, it just made him taller and burlier.
At this moment, handsomeness is no longer a feeling, it is completely embodied.
Pei Xingyue was staring intently, and the next second, they looked at each other.
Purpose: Feeling comes first.
