Shen Chaoxi had not expected that someone who had graduated from high school eight years ago could explain a difficult physics problem on electric current so thoroughly.
Even the slight differences between problems were explained very precisely.
Shen Chaoxi admitted that she was better at solving problems than the average person, but she was good at working in isolation and not skilled at articulating explanations to others.
"Do you understand?"
As the discussion of a problem came to an end, Shang Jianghan asked in a lowered voice.
The warm breath from his mouth blew out, tingling her forehead and the bridge of her nose, the woody fragrance from the man invading her mouth and nostrils.
She nodded, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with her left hand, unsure if it was nerves or if her hair was too slippery from being washed the night before, but a strand kept rebelling.