"Pretty boy?" Liang Jingxian touched his own face. Hmm, although handsome, he considered himself to be a sunny, rugged man, hardly fitting the description of a pretty boy. This was indeed the first time someone had called him that.
The nickname was quite fresh; anyway, he didn't really resist it too much.
Liang Jingxian looked back and saw a group of seven men and women, laughing and walking over. Among the seven, there were three men and four women, all dressed very fashionably.
The four girls, with their earrings, nose rings, smoky makeup, colorful hair, and tattoos, were the epitome of alternative style. Nonetheless, they all had decent looks—although heavily made up, their features were still quite attractive.
Among the three guys, two were even more outrageous and happened to be acquaintances of Liang Jingxian. One was Wang Maowen, whom he had just met a couple of days ago, and the other was his "old friend" from middle school, Yang Tao.