Dear, Tenth Prince, I Am Not Afraid of You.

In the dance room, there is a handsome man. Naked to the waist, standing on his hands with his hands, he is practicing what is commonly known as the windmill. The soft light shines on the handsome man. Exuding a strong, masculine vibe. Outside the window, cheers and praises surged like waves. ''Wow, Senior Lin is so handsome!", "Yes, he dances well~" "Even such difficult movements are done so smoothly. Senior Lin is worthy of being my idol!". Suddenly, the cheers stopped, and the handsome man was seen lying on the floor covered in blood. Blood rushed out, as if there was no end to it. Someone screamed, and the scene was chaotic. Nymphomaniacs, in a mess. From time to time, someone screamed, "Ah~~ Senior Lin is injured, he lost a lot of blood. What to do, what to do!'' "Quickly call 120." Inside the hospital, the atmosphere was sad and solemn. The bursts of crying were noticeable. Lin Caomu, a college student who was the campus darling, time-traveled into the body of a young lady from a wealthy family. I met a very important person in my life... Even in the midst of such a large crowd, he remains something you cannot ignore. Is this an allusion to a pear tree weighing down begonias? Wearing a silver-white moon robe, the edges are auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread. Supporting his strong and upright body. The slightly upward phoenix eyes are cold and enchanting... The tangled emotions of changing from male to female, and a series of stories about beautiful boys.