Bab 118: Forget-Me-Not

"How do I look?" He Juan poked his head out of the bathroom while arranging his bangs to fall smoothly on his forehead.

"Good." Jia Molei commented with a deadpan look. He had said this for… how many times again? He could no longer count.

He Juan had no idea whether to laugh or cry. "Molei, you are not even looking at me!" He finally stepped out of the bathroom and straightened up his loose-collared sweater. He had chosen his lucky color today – blue. He already had a great physique to begin with. With his broad shoulders, lean waist and long legs, all kinds of clothing would look good on him. Yet he still could not be rest assured and kept thinking that something was off. He finally stood between Jia Molei and his favorite TV drama and gave a twirl. "So, how do I look?"