The hot breath Fu Zhinian exhaled against her ear made Ruan Jiaojiao shiver. She could only nod and say, "I understand, Teacher Fu."
Fu Zhinian chuckled softly. He placed his palm over the hand she was using to hold the mouse, fitting perfectly against it—index finger to index finger, thumb to thumb. He scrolled up and down, reviewing the page she had just created; it was merely a framework, devoid of any content.
"Is the assignment your teacher gave you just to set up a page?" Fu Zhinian asked.
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