"So handsome!"
"Incredibly handsome!"
"Way handsomer than me!"
Looking at Su Xuan's celestial good looks, Bai Yingzhe sucked in a breath of cool air. He felt that compared to Su Xuan, he was like someone who had been trampled by a herd of cows—simply unbearable to look at. Moreover, Su Xuan's temperament was completely different from his own. Su Xuan's demeanor shone with a touch of melancholy, his warmth was mixed with a hint of cool aloofness, and his elegance was tinged with an irresistible, noble authority. It utterly crushed Bai Yingzhe's own effeminate air, leaving not a speck of him behind. In Su Xuan's presence, he actually felt an urge to worship him. If Su Xuan were a celebrity right now, he would desperately want to be his fan, call him his idol, and get his autograph.
