053 “Teacher, Come Again” Chapter 52

052. Are you that impatient?

It’s night.

Han Qianya said she should study hard, but she actually knelt down in front of her desk and started doing the questions honestly.

When Su Moqi walked into the master bedroom, she was still struggling with math problems unrelentingly.

She was wrapped in a white bathrobe, and her hair was half-dried and hung behind her back.

“It’s rare to see you study so seriously… You’re not pretending to show me, are you?” He strolled up to her side, picked up the math textbook she had put aside, and flipped through a few pages.

Although her handwriting is not very beautiful, it can be said to be decent and elegant.

“No way, I’m serious! Very serious!” She emphasized, then pouted and muttered, “I won’t be compared to others.”

“Being compared? Who are you comparing with?” He glanced down at her and found that her eyes were burning with high fighting spirit.

“Of course it’s your assistant Zeng who graduated with a double degree from University A!”

Hum, I read a lot and have a high degree of education, that’s amazing!

What does it mean to have a high degree of education to be worthy of appearing next to him?

She is only a sophomore in high school now, and she has endless possibilities in the future!

Su Moqi’s face darkened, “Did she bully you?”

“No, but…” She raised her eyes and glanced at him, “But, she likes you.”

“Well… But she can distinguish between public and private affairs, and her work ability is also good.” That’s why he kept her by his side as an assistant.

“Are you jealous?” He asked her with a faint smile.

Meeting his obsidian eyes, she tossed her head arrogantly and said softly, “No!”

“Really?” He asked her teasingly, twitching the tip of her nose with his finger, “If you really care that much, I’ll transfer her away.”

“No, then she will definitely think that I ordered you to do it, and I won’t take the blame.”

After that, she looked at his dignified and ascetic appearance in a suit and leather shoes, and gently moved her right hand holding the black pen, and the pen circled around her index finger.

“Hey, why don’t you take a shower? You smell like cigarette smoke. It smells so bad…have you smoked?”

But she had never seen him smoke.

“I don’t smoke, but other people do…” He leaned closer to her. His handsome face was only ten centimeters away from hers. There was an inexplicable ambiguity brewing in his entangled breathing.

“You started urging me to take a shower at eight o’clock… Are you so impatient?” He reached out and hooked the collar of the bathrobe she was wearing, “You’re not wearing anything underneath, are you?”

“No!” She was like a little animal whose tail was stepped on, and she slapped his paw away, her face red. “You go take a shower! I don’t like the smell of cigarettes on you, that’s all!”

…

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Han Qianya held the pen and seemed to be doing the questions, but in fact, her mind was wandering too much, and her mind was filled with his figure.

She took deep breaths, trying to calm down her emotions and stop herself from getting too nervous.

“Aren’t you doing some questions? Why are you sitting here motionless like a statue?” He stood behind her and couldn’t help laughing when he saw how nervous she was.

“I…I don’t know how to solve this question.” She said nonsensically, her eyes darting around because of her guilty conscience.

“No?”

He stood beside her, leaned down, his bare chest pressed against her back, put his left hand on her left shoulder, and held her right hand with his right hand.

His hot breath sprayed against her ears, feeling hot and itchy.

The unique smell of male hormones penetrated her nose, arousing the desire in her body.