"Thank you, Teacher Shi, for your help." Ah Chen smiled as she expressed her gratitude. She was holding a basket with three bamboo shoots in it, her gaze falling on Shi Wei's pants, which were covered in mud, yet he still appeared meticulous.
He said, "You're welcome."
Upon careful listening, his gentle tone seemed to carry a different kind of emotion.
With just those three simple words, it was really difficult to discern what exactly it was.
Shi Wei tried hard to shift his gaze elsewhere, avoiding looking at her.
Yet, he couldn't help but notice her out of the corner of his eye; her every move had a fatal attraction for him, impossible to ignore.
It even stirred up wicked thoughts inside him.
He must be sick.
Living for over twenty years, it was the first time he doubted whether he was a pervert.
Or maybe it was just a psychological issue?
