However, looking at his expression, it was very serious. His phoenix eyes were already cold, and now under the moonlight, they exuded a bit of a bloodthirsty aura, making people afraid.
Willow Crawford grew up as a princess. Any boy who t her liked her, wishing to pluck the stars from the sky and give them to her. Miles Linden was truly the first to treat her like this.
Willow looked directly into his eyes, her delicate brows slightly furrowing, "Rest assured, I didn’t see anything just now."
Miles gave her a glance and then walked away.
"Hey, your supplentary exercises! Miss Chen said they must all be handed in!"
Miles didn’t stop; he lightly curved his thin lips. After all, he was a good student who wouldn’t forget his duties, "That’s your problem, not mine."
After leaving that sentence, his clear and elegant figure quickly vanished into the night.
Willow stood alone in place. Soon, Vivi Xavier ca over, "Willow sister, school’s over, why aren’t you heading ho? You had searching all over for you."
"Vivi, let’s go ho now." Willow took Vivi’s small hand.
"Willow sister, guess who I saw on my way here. I saw Miles Linden. I heard Miles joined your class. Did you two talk?"
"...No..."
"Good, then. Willow sister, keep your distance from Miles. He’s had early relationships, dated many girlfriends, and those girlfriends all had good family backgrounds and were top students. I heard they all pursued him. I really don’t get it, why do such outstanding girls like Miles? I’m quite scared of him." Vivi shrank her shoulders.
Willow didn’t answer this question. Born into royalty, her education and upbringing destined her for a broad perspective. Regarding Miles, she subconsciously didn’t want too much interaction, but she wasn’t afraid of him.
Miles, the troubled boy in the "legend," was quite notorious, but one had to admit that his slightly cold and gloomy aura was very unique, especially his stunning yet evil-looking appearance that people couldn’t refuse. The better the girls, the more they had the desire to conquer him.
The one he’d just had a date with was the forr school beauty of High School No. 1, Hannah Alden. Hannah’s voluptuous body was practically draped over him...
Willow quickly dismissed that embarrassing image, "Vivi, let’s hurry ho."
...
On the other side, as Miles exited High School No. 1, Zachary ca running over, "Miles, how’s school at High School No. 1?"
Miles had his hands in his pockets, his bangs slightly covering his eyes, looking lazy and indifferent, "Sa as always."
"Miles, don’t worry about the rumors outside; they misunderstand you."
Miles didn’t respond, showing he didn’t care.
At this mont, a black van roared up and stopped. Inside were so local gangsters, among them a blonde called Trey, who was quite influential.
Trey stuck his head out, smiling at Miles, "Miles, what a coincidence to et you here. We’re just heading to the bar for drinks, taking over the place tonight. How about joining us?"
Miles looked at Trey expressionlessly and replied with three words, "No ti."
The thugs in the car were imdiately unhappy. How dare Miles look down on Trey? What made this guy so arrogant?
Trey’s smile didn’t change, "Alright, alright, Miles. When you have ti, let’s hang out. By the way, if you’re short on cash and need so, don’t forget to co to . I’ll be waiting."
Miles said nothing.
Just then, Trey rembered sothing, "Oh right, Miles, I heard there’s a real beauty called Willow Crawford at High School No. 1 now."
"Yeah, Trey, her na’s Willow Crawford. I heard she’s unbelievably beautiful and beca the school beauty as soon as she arrived."
"Trey, are you interested in Willow? We could bring her over to keep you company for drinks."
The thugs were already excited, making plans about Willow.
Miles looked across the street at a luxury car. Vivi got in first, and Willow was bending down to get in.
Miles’s eyes followed her. The night breeze gently stirred the hair by the girl’s cheek. As she bent, she raised her slender fingers to tuck a strand of hair behind her snow-white ear, an elegance blooming in every graceful mont.
Willow got into the luxury car, and it sped away.
Miles’s gaze followed the diminishing luxury car when Trey’s lecherous laughter beca clear, "Since this Willow is so famous, go bring her over so I can taste her and see if she’s as beautiful as the rumors say, haha."
Trey already fantasized about Willow falling into his arms, laughing heartily, but soon he felt a cold, grim gaze resting on his face.
Trey looked up and directly t Miles’s phoenix eyes.
At this mont, Miles was staring at him, eyes deep and cold, like two dangerous little abysses that could accidentally suck in a person’s soul.
Trey inexplicably shivered, his smile stiffening. What did Miles an by this?
Could it be that Miles also had his eyes on Willow, the little beauty?
"Smack." Trey raised his hand and slapped one of the thugs, "From now on, think before you speak. Willow is still a student. You guys are beasts, less than pigs or dogs!"
The dazed thug looked at the beastly Trey, "..."
Just then, Miles indifferently shifted his gaze and walked away.
...
Miles left, and Zachary followed, "Miles, this Trey is no good. You can see he’s been eyeing you, trying to rope you in. Don’t get on his pirate ship."
Miles nodded, "I know."
Zachary didn’t say more. Given Miles’s intelligence, he clearly had his considerations.
"Miles, when Trey ntioned Willow, why did you act strange? Don’t tell you have feelings for her?"
Miles’s expression was neutral, his figure slender and cold in the waning moonlight.
"Miles, let remind you, we’re not on the sa level as Willow. She’s too high class; you can’t afford her."
Too high class; he couldn’t afford her.
Miles knew. He just... just realized at a glance that she was that little girl from back then.
A few years ago, he sold himself to bury his mother, kneeling in the cold street, and she spoke up, asking her father to help him.
A few years had passed. In truth, nothing had changed. He still lived a sordid life, while she remained high above, flawlessly perfect.
And he knew she hadn’t recognized him.
For soone like her, saving him was like helping a beggar by the roadside. How could she rember him?
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