Fu Hua looked over at Shiraishi Yuki and found that she, too, had lowered her head awkwardly, her cheeks flushed red.
Without saying anything, Fu Hua began entering and saving her phone number in Shiraishi Yuki's contacts.
"..."
While Fu Hua worked on the phone, Shiraishi Yuki stared at her dream guy in a daze. The longer she looked, the more handsome he seemed.
At that moment, a breeze from nowhere swept past, lifting the soft strands of hair before her dream guy's forehead and drawing elegant arcs through the air. That jade-green hair framed eyes like emeralds, as crystalline as polished jade and clear water, carrying a watery tenderness.
His exquisite features and pale skin resembled ancient jade that had endured for a thousand years—flawless, pallid, faintly translucent, and cool to the touch. There was always a slight curve to his lips, carrying a deep, indulgent fondness amid that beautiful, bewitching charm.
She did not know whether it was an illusion, but she seemed to feel a fresh lily fragrance lingering around her dream guy, intoxicating enough to make one sink into it.
"All right, here."
After saving the number, Fu Hua casually handed the phone back to the girl.
"Ah... okay!"
Only then did Shiraishi Yuki snap back to her senses. Flustered and distracted, she took the phone from her. She found that every movement her dream guy made carried the refined, gentlemanly air of a British aristocrat, flawless in its elegance.
His... white cufflinks and neat, clean British pinstripe shirt reflected his meticulous nature, perfectly accentuating his flawless figure.
Aah! She wanted to skip the whole process of pursuing her dream guy and go straight to the final step. After all, as long as a dream guy was handsome, all it took was a single "Are you