South Grant is seventeen years old this year, and she will turn eighteen in just over a month.
At this age, she’s still growing and developing.
So, Nathan Foster tutors her until midnight, after which she has to sleep.
South Grant’s flat chest clearly shows she hasn’t developed well.
When South Grant was solving the last problem, Nathan Foster got up to wash up.
Although South Grant’s eyes were on the paper, her mind was wandering sowhere else.
She thought about what Nathan Foster had said to her before she ca and sneaked a peek into the bedroom.
There was only one big bed inside, and Nathan Foster said she would be spending the night with him.
Did his "together" an the sa as what she thought?
Worried about staying over tonight, South Grant was on edge as Nathan Foster ca out of the bathroom.
After Nathan Foster ca out, he saw South Grant leaning over the table, not having finished her problems.
He walked over and found that since he’d left, South Grant hadn’t solved a single problem.
Nathan Foster then held South Grant’s hand, which was holding a pen, and swiftly wrote down the answer to the last problem on the paper.
"This problem isn’t hard. I’ve explained this type before, how co you haven’t solved it yet?"
While speaking, Nathan Foster slightly furrowed his brows.
Directly in front of South Grant was a full-length mirror, and at this mont she saw Nathan Foster behind her in the reflection.
Nathan Foster was standing there shirtless, with just a towel around his waist.
His upper body still had droplets of water running down his firm muscles.
The honey-colored skin with the glistening water droplets made for a scene right out of a steamy painting, leaving South Grant sowhat dry-mouthed.
At this mont, Nathan Foster was half-embracing her, holding her hand.
South Grant’s back was against his chest, and Nathan Foster’s lips were not far from her earlobe.
As he spoke, his warm breath unintentionally brushed against South Grant’s earlobe.
Looking at him furrowing his brows, South Grant’s heart thumped twice.
This Nathan Foster seems sohow different than in the past life!
Nathan Foster looked up and saw South Grant gazing at him through the mirror, dazed.
"Had enough of looking?" Nathan Foster released her hand and stood up straight.
"..." Caught in the act, how embarrassing!
So embarrassing, it’s not like I’ve never seen it, how did I end up staring?
To cover up her embarrassnt, South Grant could only retort:
"What’s there to look at, your body isn’t anywhere near a male model’s."
Though South Grant admitted inside that Nathan Foster’s physique could easily rival international male models, she wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He then turned to take a towel from the cabinet and tossed it to South Grant.
As South Grant turned to enter the bathroom, she heard Nathan Foster’s soft voice behind her:
"True, you’re so used to looking at yourself, it’s no different from looking at a man."
South Grant: "..."
What a sharp-tongued guy!!!
Isn’t it just a flat chest? You’ve made it your catchphrase!
And he’s so petty!
I just casually ntioned he doesn’t have a model’s body, and now he’s teasing back.
The only people hard to deal with are vile characters like Foster and villains!
South Grant had to be careful with her casted right arm while showering, so she took her ti.
She thought Nathan Foster would be asleep when she ca out.
Unexpectedly, he was leaning against the headboard, reading a magazine.
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