Lin Feng's movement was unhurried.
When his eyes settled on her, Huo Mian felt something strange twist in her chest.
His gaze was calm, steady, and far too perceptive for her liking. It was not lustful, nor was it mocking.
It was assessing.
Piercing hot.
As his eyes traveled from her face down along her posture, Huo Mian felt an inexplicable heat rise up her neck.
For one brief instant he seemed to see directly through her carefully guarded composure, beyond her elegant teacher's robes, beyond the confident facade, as though she were utterly naked in front of him.
"What are you doing?" she snapped, more flustered than she cared to admit. "Where are you looking?"
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to shield herself.
The motion only emphasized her silhouette, pressing her posture tighter and making her bountiful twin treasures appear even more pronounced.
