The place where Nathan Foster knocked didn’t hurt.
Instead, it felt tingly and numb.
His voice was deep and husky, magnetically enticing, especially with the slight smile in his eyes at the mont. It was like a chastely attractive movie lead suddenly pinning you against the wall, making your heart race.
South Grant had a thing for looks.
The reason why he hated Nathan so much in his past life was because Nathan always tornted him. In this life, not only did Nathan not tornt him, but he also helped him with everything.
So South Grant didn’t hate him like he did in the past, and instead looked at him calmly, acknowledging that his looks indeed matched his aesthetic.
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, not speaking, just staring at him.
"What are you thinking?"
Nathan’s voice brought South back, and South naturally said:
"Looking at how handso you are."
Nathan was taken aback, clearly not expecting South to say that.
He never thought South would get distracted just because of his appearance.
If it was because of this face, it would have shown from the first eting, but she didn’t.
"Handso? How handso?" Nathan assud she was just humoring him.
Seeing Nathan’s deanor, South realized he was like a donkey that liked being praised.
When it ca to confrontation, she wasn’t a match for Nathan, but she was pretty good at giving complints.
Since he liked it, South wasn’t stingy with her words.
"Handso enough that it makes you unable to close your legs!"
This was probably the highest complint a man could receive.
Only to see Nathan glance at her nonchalantly, then laugh and say, "What makes you unable to close your legs isn’t handsoness, but ability."
But ability...
That sentence was so ambiguous.
It’s hard not to think in a crooked way.
Nathan watched South Grant speechless, secretly amused.
Thinking that this topic couldn’t continue any further, otherwise he would have insomnia this night, accompanied by a cold shower.
Then he ruffled South’s short hair, avoiding the wound on her scalp, softly saying:
"Go to sleep, the exam is just in a few days, rest well, and aim to achieve good results this ti."
When South lay back on the bed, originally planning to lie flat, Nathan cradled her face and turned her head to the side, allowing her to lie on her side, so the pillow wouldn’t touch the wound on the back of her head.
Later, feeling uneasy, he even placed his arm under her neck, holding her from the side, preventing her from lying flat while sleeping.
After arranging everything, Nathan fixed her head in the crook of his arm, calmly saying with his eyes closed:
"Sleep."
His voice was gentle and deep, coming from above South Grant’s head.
Before long, South heard the steady breathing from above.
Hearing this sound, South couldn’t fall asleep.
In the past life, she and Nathan almost shared the sa bed every night.
This kind of breathing, she had heard it countless tis, at that ti she just wanted to take advantage of him sleeping like this to strangle him.
But now it was different.
The urge to strangle him had vanished, and instead, she found his gesture sowhat heartwarming.
To prevent her from touching the wound on the pillow, he held her like this, maintaining one position while sleeping, which was especially tiring, yet he didn’t mind at all.
Why does he feel different in this life though he is clearly the sa person as in the past life?
Then South sighed, thinking unwittingly.
Though she had always dressed as a man, it couldn’t change her sensitive and emotional heart.
For just this small gesture, she actually forgot the pain from the past life.
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