The night outside the window deepened, and inside, only a desk lamp was lit, its faint light spilling down onto her open palm. Her fingers were slender and as pale as scallions, with clear lines etched into her palms, stretched out straight.
Li Fengchang glanced at it, raised his eyes, and his gaze fell back on Mi Shen's face, which met death as if returning home. A barely noticeable smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.
He leisurely picked up the ruler, raising it.
Mi Shen subconsciously clenched her eyes shut, her shoulders hunching up, brows furrowed deeply, as if bracing for severe punishment.
However, the ruler landed gently, its temperature cool.
Mi Shen opened her eyes, her astonished gaze once again clashing with his deep black pupils.
"Fengchang..."
"Have you figured out how to solve the problem?"
She shook her head blankly.
She had only had time to do her homework since she got back; she had not yet considered going over the problem.
