The boy with black hair and black eyes had exquisite features. The stern, sharp look of his brows was instantly softened by his large, round eyes. He had a high nose bridge, but the color of his lips was... indescribable. They were like a half-bloomed rose—not a vibrant, striking red, yet not a delicate pink either. It was a shade between lush and innocent, lending him a sensual air.
She had always seen him in a white shirt before. The pure color made him seem even more boyish and innocent—just the way Jiang Qiuqiu liked it.
But today, he had suddenly changed into a black trench coat and trousers. The somber color created a stark contrast with his exposed skin. Trench coats already have a dashing air about them, and that, combined with the look on his face the moment he opened the door—before he had time to smile—made him look just like a young wolf.
And Jiang Qiuqiu liked this even more.
