"This guy... is so punchable!"
Yu Fei looked at the man who seemed to have walked straight out of a teen drama. He had an aura about him, as if he were born to be the main character.
'Ye Feng, huh? He should have been a K-pop idol!'
He mused to himself that with a face like that, all he'd have to do is stand on a stage, show off his side profile, blow a kiss, and he'd probably be set for life.
Yu Fei was handsome too, but it all depended on who you compared him to. Standing next to Ye Feng, at least, he'd either be the second male lead or the villain.
Ye Feng had just walked out of the tunnel when he saw Yu Fei sitting on a high platform, dangling his legs. But there was something about the guy's gaze that he really didn't like—it was intense and greedy, fixed on him like an experienced hunter who had laid a snare and was watching his prey walk right into the trap.
'He sees me as prey? Ridiculous. Who does this nobody think he is, barking in my face?'
