[Clean, all orientations] Toss Su Xuan into a crowd and he's nothing but an ordinary college student—except for his face. He goes to class on time, rushes through his homework on time, and even gets shoved aside when fighting for food in the cafeteria. No socializing, no showing off, no stirring up trouble—he comes and goes alone like an invisible man. But of course, he was born with a face that's far too eye-catching. Pale, cool-toned skin; sharp, clean features; lashes that cast faint shadows when lowered; slightly upturned eye corners. Even without a smile, he naturally carries an air of detachment. He can wear nothing but a simple white T-shirt and black pants, and every gaze on the street will unconsciously stick to him. Not long after the semester started, the confessions never stopped. No sooner had he stepped out of the classroom after class than he was stopped again. The girl clutched an envelope, her face bright red: "Su Xuan, I've liked you for a long time... Can you give me a chance?" Su Xuan didn't pause his stride at all. His gaze swept over her lightly, and his voice was soft and cold, without a single ripple: "No. Move aside." The girl froze in place, her eyes instantly welling up. The onlookers whispered among themselves, thinking he was far too cold and unfeeling. Someone couldn't help stepping forward: "Even if you're good-looking, you don't have to hurt people like that, do you?" Su Xuan turned his head. Sunlight fell on his face—so beautiful it made people lose focus—but his tone was utterly cold: "I never asked you to like me. Don't bother me." With that, he walked straight away, his figure lean yet upright, never looking back even once. After that, the stream of people delivering water, sending snacks, waiting outside the dorm, and spamming him with WeChat requests continued without end. His attitude was always the same: No acceptance, no replies, no compromise, no room left. Some say he's arrogant, some say he's cold-blooded, some say he's all face and no substance, with a personality rotten to the core. Su Xuan never cared. Being good-looking wasn't his choice, being liked isn't something he asked for, and he sees no reason to force himself to accept anyone just because they fell for him. Image source: 🍠 Lianrong
The cold, aloof beauty has no one in his eyes—just who could ever win his favor?