Lu Bixing stood there in a daze, his shirt was half-tied up, with one corner sticking out of his belt. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
His mouth opened and closed, then opened again, uttering a single, confused sound: "Huh?"
Although Lu Bixing is sometimes too lively and seems a little out of tune, his psychological quality is extremely stable and he is very capable. He wears the titles of "principal" and "teacher" in a proper manner. Even when he lets his imagination run wild, his temperament is closer to "crazy" rather than the impetuousness of a young man.
However, at this moment, in his panic, he even forgot to dress himself up. He had a sleepy look on his face, with a crab claw mark on his chin. He stood there stupidly, with a blank look in his deep brown eyes, which actually brightened up a bit more than the dullness of a teenager.
Dylan Lin folded his arms across his chest, leaned against the window and looked at him. His heart softened inch by inch, and he suddenly wanted to touch his hair.
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