Xia Ye was wearing dark blue checkered pajamas.
It seemed like he had just showered, his hair still damp and not yet blow-dried.
There was a faint scent of body wash lingering on him.
He was tall, with a face that looked enchanting under the dim hallway lights.
Xia Ye's appearance was truly remarkable.
The excellent genes from our parents were basically all inherited by Xia Ye.
At school, aside from him being a study god, many people were also his face fans.
In their words, if he debuted, he would surely outshine the fresh meat and puppy boys in the entertainment industry.
But Lu Yinxing, having grown up staring at this face, was naturally immune to it.
She also admitted to herself that her brother was disturbingly good-looking.
The girls at school didn't dare to make eye contact with him, their faces would blush just from looking at him.
But they were merely seeing Xia Ye in casual attire.
Now, Lu Yinxing was amazed.
