March passed, and the April weather gradually grew warmer. The students were already wearing short-sleeved shirts.
Midday, during the lunch break.
The sunlight shone directly through the window on Holly Winslow's side. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a smiley face on it, fanning herself with a scratchpad in one hand while holding a pen in the other, pondering a math problem.
Just then, a large hand took the scratchpad from her and began to gently fan her with it.
The boy's voice, deliberately lowered, asked, "Which one are you stuck on?"
Holly Winslow turned her head. Mortimer Quincy was resting on his desk, fanning her. His bangs fell over his brow, giving him a lazy, alluring look.
She huffed, then pulled out an English test paper and covered his face with it. "Don't you try to seduce me."
"I've done this problem before. I should be able to figure it out if I just think for a bit."
