"Anne, why did you cover it? Quickly, give me the appreciation of the handsome professor's ink treasure."

When she saw the professor leaving, Lucy came over playfully and she impatiently drew Anne's calligraphy.

Anne panicked as she covered it tightly to keep her from looking.

Several struggles, several tears.......

Lucy was so impatient that she accidentally knocked over the ink dish and it directly fell on Anne's hand, the calligraphy, and everywhere around her.

"Ah."

Lucy screamed out loud, she scrambled to clear the table, " Anne, I'm sorry, are you all right......."

Her howl drew many of her classmates to look, and the professor also looked back.

"I'm fine, you calm down."

"I'm fine, you calm down." Anne let out a long sigh of relief while relieving her.

The ink had turned the "Anne Miller I want you" on the post so badly that no one knew what the professor ever wrote, or it would have been the laughing stock of the millennium.

She was already unlucky enough to not want to add to a joke for others.

"Why do you so careless?"

The professor walked over and frowned at Lucy, his rigid and handsome countenance was extremely cold and unpleasant.

When he looked at Anne, but he wasn't cold at all, instead warm enough to melt her away.

"Are you okay? Go, I'll take you to wash."

His voice was soft, just like the care and consideration between lovers, his long and white hand took Anne's hand, while his other arm naturally wrapped around her shoulder.

"No, no."

The re-touching of her body made Anne panic, her heart thumped and she looked sideways at the arm that was holding her, the tip of her nose almost touching his arm.

The sweet and cold breath of the professor's body pounced on Anne's nose again, and it was so good that it made her heart tremble, and the feeling of heart arrhythmia hit her and messed with her mind.

"Are you sure you don't want to?"

The professor's thin lips lifted lightly, and his thumb absently traced circles in her palm, circle after circle, as if he was to appease and urge her.

His strength was well mastered, it was soft as a feather stroke, brewing a stream of heat that crisped her heart, and she was lost for a moment.

After a short time, Anne was once again stunned, her gaze flickering and shifting, her long eyelashes trembling and her hands trembling slightly.

What was this development?

Why was professor so close to her? Even if the teacher cared for the students, it is a little too much; there was a difference between men and women after all.

Besides, her hands were dirty and black, so why did the professor touch it?

Seeing her dumbfounded cuteness, the professor leaned down and reminded in a low, gentle voice, "Want a hug?"

After hearing that, Anne's brain seemed to explode, shocking her to the point of dizziness.

Of course not!

With so many eyes watching in the classroom, it wasn't good for her to struggle, struggling would be even worse, and she got up and obediently followed the professor out.

Professor Harris took Anne directly to the bathroom; he turned on the faucet and took her little hand to wash.

Anne clenched her hands and resisted his gesture, "Professor, you should help the other students in the classroom, I'll wash myself, I...."

Her voice was beautiful and light as a ditty in the rain.

The professor's heart was struck again, and electric sparks rattled through his body, burning him to the point of utter disorientation, and his hands unconsciously tightened.

He looked at Anne and smiled lovingly, "I came here for you, why did I go to help others?"

His voice was so good it made the heart quiver.

Were you here for me?

Anne lifted her sparkling eyes and looked at him, his eyes were so eager, as if he was about to swallow her, it looked dangerous and charming.......