Quan Jue was a year older than Chi Jiao. Therefore, he was eighteen years old this year.
Chi Jiao blinked her large doe-like eyes and looked at the youngster expectantly. It felt as if a little rabbit was living in her heart.
This was the first time she had experienced such a thing as young romance.
She had always thought that Quan Jue was good-looking in her previous life. He was her type, but she could only look at him from afar as he seemed too difficult to deal with.
But things were different in this life. She would definitely have him.
To Chi Jiao's disappointment, Quan Jue only nodded coldly at her. He didn't even bother to spare her a smile. He simply turned his head away and walked up the stairs.