The smile on Jason's lips grew wider as he watched Gabby smack his lips. Without realizing it, she put her hand on the table and rested her chin with her hand.
Stupid, why does Gabby look so good even though he's sleeping?
Because the room was quiet, where only a group of women chuckled could be heard, Gabby woke up to the sound of high heels entering the room.
Gabby raised her face, wiped the saliva from the corners of her lips and focused her eyes forward. Seeing several students sitting in front of him pulling out thick books and writing instruments made Gabby do the same.
Gabby's hair looked disheveled and a few strands of hair were standing up. Suddenly he felt a large hand stroking his hair, as if he was fixing the position of his hair.
Gabby frowned, at once his consciousness was full. She turned and saw Jason's hand on her head. Quickly she hit Jason's hand and glared at him.
"What are you doing?"
