The next day afternoon, in the library, Stark was reading some science book, sitting straight opposite Larzhy, who was hesitating to ask another doubt after so much doubt he cleared to her in a short period.
Xiye and Lisa were on the second row from the door. Stark and Larzhy were on the eighth row, following them.
"Stark." She lowered her voice.
Without even expressing annoyance, he looked at her.
"What does the change mean?" Asked Larzhy. It was an English subject, and she wanted to know about the words meaning so that she could find the synonyms and Antonyms.
As she expected an explanation from him, his eyes noticed her little white hand on the table.
He was once tight-lipped. "Look at your hands; they look so calm and neat and also cute at the same time."
She switched her gaze to her hand. "Yes,"
"But it became sexy when it touched my body; that's what change is." Stark's casual explanation stunned Larzhy.
