That feeling was as if something had suddenly struck her, something exploded by her ears and in her heart, her blood surged, her heart was invisibly compressed, beating extremely fast, her eardrums vibrated...
The moment their gazes met, it was like currents were swirling in the dark.
Hannah Johnson only felt the cup in her hand was scalding hot, almost too hot to hold.
She was always bold, the kind of man she dared not look at directly...
Finn Hale looked her over.
He was...
Not some monster, but quite delicate.
Even beautiful could be used to describe him.
Was Hannah scared of him?
"Is he your classmate?" Finn casually asked.
Simon Hale shook his head, "He's our professor's teaching assistant, Mr. Shea."
Hannah's pupils shuddered slightly, glancing at the teacup puppy, a teaching assistant? He wasn't a student?
Isaac Shea greeted everyone politely.
