But Ji Yanche was very clear about his original intention of becoming an idol.
Three words: Lan Ruge.
Sitting across from Ji Yanche, Ruge obviously didn't know what Ji Yanche was thinking about.
She raised her head and saw Ji Yanche sprawled on the table, his chin resting on his hands.
Gray hair, a face like a comic book heartthrob, with a slightly pointed chin.
The hair on his forehead slightly pressed against his brows, his eyes bright and spirited, like they held countless stars.
It's rare to see a boy's eyes that look as beautiful as a girl's eyes.
Ah, why is such a big guy so cute?
And he's not the effeminate kind of cute, it's a sunny and handsome kind of cute.
Having almost grown up together with Ji Yanche, she was already immune to his good looks.
But at this moment, it was as if she suddenly got his charm.
And Ji Yanche, as if sensing Ruge's gaze, also lifted his eyes.
