After Cross-Dressing, the School Hunk Fell for Me at First Sight

The first time Yang An saw Rong Huai was in a quiet bar.

Curly hair, red lips, a thin spaghetti strap resting on one shoulder, a straight, slender collarbone.

He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, chatting with someone across from him. Every so often, he smiled at something they said, making the vivid red mole at the corner of his eye lift.

Seductive and languid.

Yang An stood at the entrance, watching him for a full two minutes before finally moving.

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The second time he saw him was in the back alley of a bar.

Yang An went to the bar five days in a row and finally saw Rong Huai again.

Two people had surrounded Rong Huai, asking for his WeChat. Yang An helped him and took him home. Just as he was about to ask for his contact information, a young man's clear, gentle voice said:

"Thanks for bringing me home, but I'm not a girl, little brother."

Yang An: "???"

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Whatever.

I'm not straight either.

Yang An thought.

Just decided that.

Content warnings:

Older woman-younger man romance, love at first sight, younger male lead, six-year age gap.

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