In the instructor's lounge, Su Xinyan sat on the bed, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared motionlessly at Fang Zhou, who sat opposite her.
Expressions of anticipation and shyness flickered across her bright, pretty face, along with occasional flashes of an indescribable coyness.
"Instructor Xinyan, it's been over ten minutes. Could you please stop staring at me?" Fang Zhou asked, feeling a little guilty.
"Who are you calling Xinyan? Is that for you to say? At work, you address me by my title. Call me Instructor." Su Xinyan's tone was icy, but as if recalling something, she added, "Forget it. I can't be bothered with you."
"Hehe." Fang Zhou let out a soft chuckle and began to openly appraise Su Xinyan.
