SHE FELT LIKE THE DUST THAT GOT INSIDE HER EYES DISAPPEARED when she saw the face of the stranger who was currently holding her waist. He had dark, coffee-colored hair and his slightly long bangs or fringe were fixed like a comma—they call it a comma hairstyle she usually saw on male K-pop stars—which he really looked good on him. But what really caught her attention was he had a pair of droopy brown eyes and he had pinkish, thin lips. He was a good example of a pretty boy.
It seems like Empire Academy is a haven of good-looking rich kids. Jin Hee thought.
“Who are you?” his voice sounded husky, warm and calm but his expression was cold; not a good combination—it was like eating a very warm cupcake then suddenly drinking a very, very, very cold iced tea that will make your teeth ache.
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