The drink Qin Yuwei ordered, though not very strong, still made Su Qianqian, a novice, feel her cheeks burning and her head spinning after just a few drinks. Her vision became blurry. Soon, eight tall figures appeared one after another in front of the booth, like a runway model. They wore matching tight white shirts and black trousers, highlighting broad shoulders, narrow waists, and subtly visible abs. More alluring than blatant displays of physique, they were captivating. These eight men had distinct styles, yet all possessed exceptional physical attributes. The sunny one had a bright smile, white teeth, and clear, energetic eyes, like a star senior on a university basketball team. The aloof one had deep-set features, resembling a mixed-race individual, with a cool, distant gaze. The refined one wore gold-rimmed glasses, his shirt buttoned up perfectly, exuding a gentle demeanor. The wild one had slightly messy, wavy hair, bronze skin, and an aggressive gaze, with a faint, almost imperceptible, wicked smile playing on his lips. There was also a delicate, pretty boy with fair, smooth skin, refined features, and slightly upturned eyes, exuding a captivating charm. Then there was a rugged man, the most robust and muscular, with a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile. Next door was a warm, approachable guy with a gentle, healing smile that made you want to get close, completely non-threatening. Finally, there was a mysterious, melancholic, aristocratic young master with eyes that seemed to tell a story, thin lips pressed tightly together, a calm and reserved demeanor, as if hiding endless secrets. "Good evening, Miss Weiwei, Miss Qianqian," the eight greeted in unison, their voices either deep and magnetic or clear and melodious. Qin Yuwei's eyes widened like saucers, her mouth slightly agape, forgetting to put down her wine glass. She'd ordered male models before, but never eight at once—the impact was incredible! Like a little mouse that'd fallen into a rice jar, her gaze swept back and forth between the eight incredibly handsome men, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She first stared intently at the wild, untamed chest muscles, then turned to the delicate, pretty face, clicking her tongue in admiration, finally settling her gaze on the muscular arms that seemed to burst through the shirt of the tough guy. Qin Yuwei couldn't help but gasp, nudging Su Qianqian beside her with her elbow and growling excitedly in a low voice, "Holy crap! This quality! Absolutely amazing!" "Look at that! Those chest muscles! And that face! Oh my god!" Su Qianqian's reaction was completely different. She felt her heart was about to leap out of her throat! The eight men in front of her were gazing at them with affection, and her face flushed instantly. Her clear almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, filled with curiosity and embarrassment, wanting to look but not daring to, her gaze darting around like a startled deer. Qin Yuwei was still excitedly muttering to herself, "My god! Those abs... those biceps... tsk tsk tsk!" "That delicate face, he'd be a top star even in the entertainment industry!" "Qianqian, look at that melancholic type! His eyes are killing me!" Su Qianqian was even more flustered by her nagging, and could only nod haphazardly, her head spinning, half from the alcohol and half from being overwhelmed by this vibrant feast of male beauty. She felt like she had stumbled into some incredible place, novel and exciting, yet filled with immense guilt. Is this what it feels like to be a male model? She quickly glanced again at the sunny, athletic male model closest to her, who returned a warm and harmless smile, but she immediately lowered her head as if burned. No wonder Gu Chengyu liked being surrounded by a group of beautiful women, this feeling was indeed not bad, just so embarrassing, sob sob.
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