C79

Dense PK (Shulo PK?

He didn't know why there were so many handsome guys today, especially in the library.

He saw all the girls' eyes as if they were ships shuttling through the tunnel of time and space, circling the two boys and constantly searching them, just like X-rays scanning …

On the west side of the VIP lounge sat a snowy-clothed, elegantly dressed boy. He was holding a thick stack of papers, wearing earplugs. His fingers that were as white as pipe jade were gently tapping on the beat …

Pale yellow. Colour. The soft window gauze that had the pattern on it was lifted up by the wind and fluttered around him, causing him to appear like an immortal. It was as clear as the moon and as graceful as the snow, making him unreachable.

He was surrounded by a row of white-collar bodyguards. His black jade eyes were closed, and he was the only one on the long mahogany table. It made him look clean and isolated, like a crane among a flock of chickens, elegant and noble …

The girls swallowed their saliva, because he actually took out a handkerchief embroidered with white feathers from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat on his fingers.

It can be seen that he has been reading for a while now, this pair of excellent students who like to read more than three hours in the boring library. Look, the thick books on his left hand show that this handsome guy has read more than ten books in one day.

How could such a gentle handsome man, whose clothes had slipped away like jade, have such a good memory?

Could it be that the ten lines of a wuxia novel had a photographic ability?

Also, who would bring a handkerchief these days?

I've heard that boys with handkerchiefs have a sense of responsibility for loving their wives and loving their children.

How could such a person exist in this world? Handsome and talented, rich and single, gentle and refined, a character at the bone marrow.

Xuan, looking at the handkerchief, his eyes began to have a gentle wave, like spring. The tide was flooding in. Then, an uncontrollable misty, pure, and cute face appeared in front of him. It was currently roasting a sweet potato with a head full of sweat …

She would always come out and say that I would protect Gale and Angel, because Angels were meant to protect, not hurt!

The girls stared at him. The handsome guy's smile was so handsome that everyone thought to themselves, Why can't I become a handkerchief in his pocket so that I can be taken care of by him every day? Or else I can just turn into a veil and gently touch his sleeve.

On the other side, next to the shelves lined with books, stood a boy wrapped in a blue ocean. Sunlight shone in, golden in color. The rays kissed the whole way, his brown hair, his eyes were a light blue like mist, his nose was high, his mouth was plump, and he had the delicate features of a sword … Warm as agate...

The royal blue dress, the collar clearly carved "rosemary" flowers, exquisite embroidery, fresh lush...

His eyes swept over the dried rose flowers hidden in the book's cover. As before, a refreshing fragrance filled the air. Flaming petals, light blue flowers. Stamens, calyx dark purple.

Then, before his eyes, he saw a smoky, dreamy shadow of an angel of the night, shrouded in a light, snowy air. She knew the rhythm of his harp.

The corner of his mouth curled up naturally, and a trace of a smile that seemed as if it could cut out of the mundane world spread out …

Then, the corners of all the girls' mouths started to drool uncontrollably …

Within ten steps, the quiet blue teenager was similarly surrounded by his blue personal guard, like a pearl on the blue Pacific Ocean … The stars that surrounded the moon were inviolable …

Not only were the girls infatuated with this kind of handsome man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the legends of Greece, even the other boys were staring at him frequently. Everyone was looking at Liuchuan in adoration in the VIP area while also looking at him with infatuation in their eyes, afraid that they would miss the opportunity and miss the good scenery.

Everyone covered their mouths as they quietly exclaimed and whispered. They were afraid that if it was too loud, the morning mist would disperse and startle the two handsome men. Finally, this atmosphere was too quiet and strange. The two handsome men both had a strange feeling in their hearts, as if they understood each other and raised their heads to look at each other.

His eyes gazed at Zi Ye who was covered in jade. His starry eyes met with the hazy morning mist and the light blue pupils of Shuiyue. They were communicating with each other in the air. "Ink and fog" happened to bump into "Mist and Yu Fei".

The two of them both inwardly sighed in admiration. How could there be such a person in the world?

One was the snow-white figure of the moon, pure glaze.

One was the water mirror blue ripple, hazy seep.

Pure and hazy, as it turned out, was only a thin line apart.

The two of them looked at each other for a long moment before nodding in greeting and smiling.

Xuan, he lowered his head and continued to read the book. His heart trembled slightly.

This was when he met Zuen, and once again, he felt his opponent's heart tremble …

His facial features were very similar to that lunatic, Jelo, but the difference in temperament was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Jelo, you're not my match at all, and Zuen can't even be bothered to look at you. You lunatic, if you really want to play some tricks, I'll definitely play you to death!

Because of Shu Luo, this was the first time he wrote a few words in the library: blue water floats the fragrant ink, a clear pond filled with summer clouds.

A smile appeared on his face, revealing two neat rows of pearly white teeth. Following that, two dimples appeared on his face. This young man was worthy of these words.

The girls below let out even louder cries of surprise. This snowy-clothed handsome man, when he laughed, could actually be such a great beauty and even had a wine vortex … Too handsome, too handsome, so handsome that it was unbearable. He was going to spurt a nosebleed, it was going to be a nosebleed. Help me …

Xuan, stood up and elegantly walked out. A soft and gentle voice drifted over, "Go back and rest."

Behind him, another row of bodyguards with the same white collar followed, like a noble prince out on patrol.