Beauty Trap

"My name is Qin Yi."

The youth's voice was gentle, and when the cold breeze blew, his coat flapped and that long black hair swayed along with the wind as well. He looked so cold but Chen Yaping felt like she saw flowers blooming because of him; there was even that sweet fragrance at the tip of her nose.

Many years later, an old and gray-haired Chen Yaping still wouldn't forget this scene.

Wang Zhi nudged Wei Liao, commenting, "Wow, wow, wow, that tigress is shy now. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He's worthy of being called Idol indeed - so cool, even when he's teasing a chick."

Wei Liao smiled, not upset at all. He had already thought things through and decided that if he liked someone, it was more important for him that the person be happy. Wei Liao knew that he wasn't gay; it was just a coincidence that the person he liked was a charming young guy.

All he wanted was to watch him lead a happy life from afar.