At six-thirty in the morning, the automatic curtains slowly opened, and golden sunlight poured into the bedroom like liquid amber.
Hua Jinyue stretched out on the custom-made goose down bed and looked at Ye Qingliu who was still sleeping beside him.
"Brother's sleeping face is truly a work of art."
She knelt beside the bed, her phone camera trained on Ye Qingliu's face. The boy was wearing hand-sewn black silk pajamas, the neckline slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and his skin shone like mother-of-pearl in the sunlight.
In the camera, Ye Qingliu's eyelashes suddenly trembled. Hua Jinyue hurriedly hid her phone behind her back, but her fingertip accidentally touched the shutter button, and the "click" sound was particularly clear in the silent room.
"Taking secret photos again?"
Ye Qingliu opened his eyes, his gray-blue pupils still misty, but he accurately grabbed her hand where she was hiding the phone.
"No way!" Hua Jinyue played dumb, her other hand stealthily reaching for the crystal hair ornaments on the bedside table. "I just think my brother looks like a Disney prince when he's asleep."
Ye Qingliu raised his eyebrows and let her fingertips brush through his hair.
Hua Jinyue's manicure was painted in the latest Tiffany blue polish, and her fingertips were studded with diamonds, creating tiny glints of light through his inky hair. As she picked up the pearl hairband, Ye Qingliu suddenly said, "I have to go to school today. Stop playing around."
"I know!" Hua Jinyue pouted, but when he sat up, she quickly tied a small braid on his head.
Ye Qingliu looked at himself in the mirror. The curls at the ends of his hair paired with the haute couture robe he was wearing created a sense of cute contrast.
At 8:50 in the morning, the marble corridor of Quanxin High School was filled with a cold light.
"Classmates, this is our new student, Ye Qingliu." There was a hint of nervousness in the head teacher's voice - of course she knew the identity of the young man in front of her. The transfer of the heir of the Ye Group had already caused a stir in the education world.
Ye Qingliu walked slowly up to the podium, each step precisely on the cross lines of the floor tiles.
When he turned around, a cold light flashed from the frames of his silver-rimmed glasses, and his gray-blue pupils swept across the classroom. Li Yue, the girl in the front row, felt as if she was being cut by a glacier and couldn't help shivering.
"Hello everyone, I'm Ye Qingliu." He spoke, his voice as clear as aged whiskey, yet with just the right amount of gentleness at the end, like the final drop of honey in a cocktail. "Please give me your guidance in the future."
"Wuwuwuwu! Help! My heart is about to fail. The sound is so seductive~"
"Wow wow!! Oh my god, he looks like a beautiful boy who walked out of a comic book. Love it~~"
"He really suits my taste. I like him. I really want to sit at the same table with him~~"
The girls' screams never stopped for a moment.
"Student Ye, your seat is behind student Mu Xinrong." Teacher Wang's voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.
"Thank you, teacher."
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During the break, Mu Xinrong turned around to borrow an eraser and saw Ye Qingliu's eyes up close.
There was a tiny golden light in the gray-blue pupils, like crushed stars scattered on the ice. The tails of the eyes were slightly upturned, and the eyelashes were long and thick, casting a fan-shaped shadow under the eyes, which was more delicate than that of a girl.
"Here." Ye Qingliu handed over the eraser, his fingertips touching Mu Xinrong's palm. The boy's skin was even colder than it looked, like blueberries freshly picked from the snow, with the chill of the early morning.
"Thank you...thank you." Mu Xinrong hurriedly withdrew his hand, the eraser still had Ye Qingliu's body temperature on it.
He noticed that Ye Qingliu's nails were trimmed very short, his fingertips were rounded without a trace of dead skin, and his nail beds were a healthy pink, like fine mother-of-pearl.
"Your pen." Ye Qingliu suddenly spoke, pointing to the custom-made Chao's pen on Mu Xinrong's desk. "The engraving is very unique."
"Oh, it's a gift from a friend." Mu Xinrong picked up the pen. The metal pen cap reflected the image of Ye Qingliu in the sunlight. Only then did he realize that the boy's glasses were not made of pure silver, but titanium mixed with platinum. At certain angles, they would emit a faint iridescence, like the northern lights falling on a glacier.
The school bell rang in the distance. When Ye Qingliu turned around, his short black hair brushed against the back of Mu Xinrong's hand. The hair was jet black and shiny, like fine shavings of black jade, and it shone slightly blue in the sunlight, forming a wonderful echo with his gray-blue pupils.
During lunch break, Chao Youye stood at the classroom door, watching Mu Xinrong smiling as she handed dried fruit to Ye Qingliu. Sunlight streamed through the window, falling onto Ye Qingliu's glasses, the lenses reflecting a patch of light that obscured his gaze.
But Chao Youye noticed that when Mu Xinrong's fingertips approached, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened butterfly.
"Mr. Mu is indeed partial," Zhang Xuanhua's voice came from the back door, with just the right amount of teasing, "Mr. Chao has been hungry all morning."
"Youye, try this?" Mu Xinrong's voice interrupted his observation.
Chao Youye looked at the dried cherries in his hand, and suddenly remembered that last week at the Chao family villa, Mu Xinrong fed him cake with a similar smile. The cream got on his fingertips, and he licked it off mischievously, which made the boy's ears turn red.
"Not interested." Chao Youye said coldly, but her eyes could not move away from Ye Qingliu.
The silver-rimmed glasses framed a perfect curve on the boy's face, making his facial features more three-dimensional. His nose was as high as a snow-capped mountain, and his lips were thin but with beautiful lines, like marble carefully carved with a chisel.
"It's really delicious." Mu Xinrong's tone was pleading, but Chao Youye noticed at this moment that Ye Qingliu's gray-blue pupils were staring at her with a faint smile in his eyes, as if he was watching an interesting play.
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