"Where are you, Connor? The counselor's class is starting in a while. Why aren't you here yet?" Just as Connor was leaving the fashion store and getting ready to rush to the university, he got a call from Dominic.
"I'm on my way." Connor pulled out his phone and replied. Then, he rode his electric bike and scooted to the campus.
As a junior, he did not have to attend many classes, except for the counselor's, which he had to attend, no matter what.
First, Connor did not dare to skip a counselor's class. Second, the counselor was a vixen, and he did not want to offend her. In Connor's eyes, the college counselor was a full-fledged vixen, the kind that bewitched sentient beings.
Ten minutes later, Connor arrived at the lecture hall. By that time, the counselor was in the midst of delivering her lecture when Connor knocked on the door softly.
"Come in." A soft voice spoke.
