Abraham Redington's gaze darkened slightly, he glanced at her: "Otherwise, what did you think it was."
Molly Wellington: "I…"
Alright, what she thought, she couldn't say.
Abraham's expression was cold, his deep blue eyes stared at Molly Wellington's half-flushed face for a while, and he said lightly: "Yana's teaching method is too difficult, not suitable for high school students. I'll explain it to you again, listen carefully."
Having said that, he casually picked up the pen beside Molly Wellington's hand, leaning his entire upper body forward, his broad chest even pressed against her back.
Chilled breath, too close a distance, and the slight sound of breathing by the ear.
Molly Wellington had never been this nervous before, her entire back tensed up, her body even trembling slightly.
"Focus." Abraham tapped the pen on the scrap paper, reminding Molly Wellington who was clearly distracted.
