As a trendsetter at the forefront of fashion, Lin Li offered Bai Bufan some highly valuable advice on his outfit:
The pebbles in his bag went perfectly with Bai Bufan's head stylistically. Add a little fresh blood, and Bai Bufan could become the god of fashion for a new era.
After hearing Lin Li's advice, Bai Bufan finally gave up on carrying pebbles in his bag.
The four of them walked up the mountain along the road. The slope really wasn't tiring to climb.
Chen Yuying and Ding Sihan walked in front, while Lin Li and Bai Bufan followed behind.
Walking behind made it convenient for Lin Li to openly stare at the girls' four legs.
Chen Yuying's legs were long and fair. As she walked, the hem of her pale blue skirt fluttered gently, accentuating the smooth, soft lines. Her steps painted a picture of lightness and vitality, adding a touch of life to the road with every stride.
Ding Sihan also had two legs.
When the breeze passed by, the girl's skirt danced with it—specifically Chen Yuying's.
Lin Li immediately covered Bai Bufan's eyes. As for Bai Bufan nearly falling because of it, that wasn't important.
Perfectly fair, gleaming thighs; imperfectly pale safety shorts.
No wonder Chen Yuying was so calm when the wind blew. He had thought he might get to see the class monitor do Marilyn Monroe's classic pose.
But this was better. If she hadn't been wearing safety shorts, Lin Li would have felt troubled instead.
"I almost fucking fell to my death, Lin Li!" After steadying himself and struggling free of Lin Li's hand, Bai Bufan would have started cursing Lin Li's entire imaginary family tree if there weren't girls present.
"You really are careless." Lin Li gave him a perfunctory response, his eyes