There was another young man beside Huo Haoyu. He looked under thirty, but stood tall and straight. Judging by eye, he was a head taller than Huo Haoyu, who was 183 centimeters tall, and his presence was impossible to ignore. Most of all, his face was flawless, even by the standards of the pickiest looks-obsessed crowd. He was so handsome it was practically an outrage against both gods and men. Envy, envy, jealousy, jealousy. Ninety-nine percent of the women there must have been looking at him. Only then did I understand what it meant to be someone who could draw everyone's attention even while walking through a crowd.
In the dim light, I could only make out Jiang Zhenhuan's eyes. It seemed like he was looking at me. Slowly, he leaned closer. "Your first time."
"What?"
"Your first time eavesdropping on someone, and your first time holding hands with someone of the opposite sex. My two firsts." Good grief, this man could throw me into disarray with just two simple sentences.
