"Hello, Xishu, or should I call you Wenxun?"
Wen Xishu listened to the melodious, magnetic voice. It was the kind of voice he usually associated with gentle male characters in games or movies aimed at a female audience.
And typically, the owners of such voices were not good-looking. But Wenren Mirror's voice was an exception; it didn't draw much attention because his appearance was so pleasing to the eye that it was unforgettable at first glance.
Wen Xishu suddenly felt that if he had to describe Wenren Mirror on paper, the only certain description was that he was a male.
As for his looks, Wen Xishu really didn't know how to put this feeling into words.
But indeed, once you saw this person, you'd think all those stories of love at first sight were not an exaggeration.
Wenren Mirror merely raised his hand to invite Wen Xishu to sit down.
Wen Xishu felt as if the flowers in this forbidden place had suddenly bloomed.
