"Which problem?"
Shen Chi frowned and repeated the question before Xu Chaomu snapped back to reality.
"This one, this one, and this one!" Xu Chaomu pointed at the reference book.
"Let me see."
Shen Chi sat in the chair, seriously analyzing the problems. Xu Chaomu brought over a chair and sat next to him; as he studied the problems, she watched him.
No wonder people say that a concentrated man is the most attractive. It's entirely true. When Shen Chi focused on a problem, he was completely engrossed, always looking at the questions and occasionally jotting down some steps with his pen.
From her angle, his profile looked sculpted with sharp, smooth lines, a high nose bridge, and long eyelashes. Even the scent of him was pleasant—light and elegant.
Her gaze slowly moved down to Shen Chi's collar.
The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a patch of skin, and she watched, transfixed.
Xu Chaomu felt a twinge of regret, for such an outstanding man was out of her reach.
