He mistook her for the secretary who was here just now, "I... can I ask, does Hannah have time today?"
She lifted her hand, her little lace fan hiding her red lips as she laughed graciously, "It is said that short-sighted people can't distinguish between men and women five meters away, and can't recognize humans from animals ten meters away, but it seems your situation is much worse."
George Quach immediately started feeling nervous, "I'm... sorry, I..."
As he spoke, he bent down to look for his glasses.
Perhaps feeling embarrassed, his face turned red.
A faint, delicate fragrance wafted past his nose, somewhat like the scent of flowers wrapped in the chill of snow melt.
The next moment, a soft, white hand came into his vision. The girl's voice was gentle and filled with amusement. "Teacher Qi, here are your glasses."
George Quach reacted and quickly reached out to take it. His hand brushed accidentally against her fair skin and he almost tumbled over.
