"Explain yourself?"
Sitting on her spot, Shirley Liu crossed her legs as she questioned Chen Yuan.
Then, remembering how meticulously he had drawn her legs and shoes, she put her feet down and sat up straight.
There were other teachers in the classroom at that time.
So, Chen Yuan pleaded, "Teacher Shirley... could you please spare me some dignity?"
"You're still capable of feeling embarrassed..." Shirley Liu started, but considering that Chen Yuan had his own pride and dignity, she held back and sighed, "Then what about future classes?"
"I won't draw anymore."
Chen Yuan looked down and said honestly.
"No, that's not what I meant."
Shirley Liu looked at Chen Yuan, this tall and handsome young boy, and her sense of authority as a teacher evaporated.
Even her gaze unconsciously avoided his.
How was this kid going to face her in class from now on?
To be precise, how was he going to face his own fantasies about his teacher?
