Chester Yale watched her little head starting to droop, almost unable to resist extending his hand to support it for her.
She herself was quite clever, reaching out one step ahead and propping her cheek with her hand, then continuing to doze off.
Chester glanced at her occasional pouting lips, seemingly annoyed by the noisy meeting room. Instantly, his mind was flooded with numerous familiar scenes from the past.
It was when she had just started pursuing him.
Having gone through great pains to obtain his class schedule, she couldn't waste the opportunity.
Whenever she didn't have class, she'd find a way to sneak into his classroom and sit next to him, pretending to listen attentively while holding a book. Unbeknownst to her, she had always been holding the book upside down.
Once, she seemed uncomfortable but still forced herself to come to class. She started yawning as soon as the lecture started, yet still kept her eyes on him.
