Shen Lingfeng saw the tiny face suddenly enlarge before his eyes, rosy and with big, bright eyes.
"You never eat snacks usually, so what do you eat?" Youyou looked at him, thinking as she watched, "Do you prefer Chinese or Western food? Do you like sweet or spicy?"
To Youyou, Shen Lingfeng was usually just a fixture, a high mountain that she would eventually have to cross.
She knew that Shen Lingfeng was very popular at school, but it was the first time she observed him so closely and carefully.
His features were particularly exquisite, as if each detail had been meticulously crafted by a creator, especially his nose, high and perfect, which made his whole facial contour deep and prominent.
Youyou had seen plenty of handsome guys, especially abroad, so much so that she was numb to high noses and blue eyes.
Whether it was idol dramas or real-life male gods, she had long since lost interest.
So she never paid attention to boys like Shen Lingfeng, who were the same age as her.
