Chapter 2 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Hey, student, you have slept for two periods of Professor Shen’s class. Be careful! Professor Shen will give you a demerit if you don’t show a better attitude,” Jiang Nanfeng said, threatening her.

“A demerit?” Shui Miaomiao smiled and narrowed her eyes. Pointing up, she said to Jiang Nanfeng, “It’s a pity then. I’m a student in the class before this one. I’ve slept through three periods! This so-called Professor Shen of yours can’t give me a demerit. Bye!”

“Are you going out like that?” Shen Mochen asked, looking at the clothes she was wearing.

“What?” Shui Miaomiao followed his line of sight and looked down at her chest.

Somehow, three of her buttons had popped open, revealing half of the fair skin of her breasts. It looked as if they were going to jump out of her shirt.

Shui Miaomiao was about to fasten her shirt when Shen Mochen stretched his hands out and skillfully buttoned up her shirt with his fingers.

Shui Miaomiao could only feel the coldness of his fingers. They were carrying an electrical impulse that traveled from her chest into her blood.

Her brain almost exploded in shock.

She slapped Shen Mochen’s face without even thinking twice.

Clap! The slapping sound rang out clearly.

Jiang Nanfeng was stunned. His jaw dropped in shock.

Shen Mochen was no average person. He was the secret boss of the Huanchen Group and a tycoon of the media industry. He was the grandson of Shen Clan’s Old Lord and was ranked at the top of the billionaires’ top list. He was the crown prince who was listed amongst the top-ranking people in the world. Even Ningchuan would not get away with stomping his foot at him just once!

Other people had to speak carefully in front of him. They would be deeply afraid of saying one wrong word. If they did, they could be sent into the abyss.

Who would have the guts to hit him? They must be looking for death!

It would have been impossible for him to invite Shen Mochen to conduct a lesson if they hadn’t grown up together.

“Mochen,” Jiang Nanfeng called out worriedly. His voice was trembling a little.

Jiang Nanfeng was surprised to realize that Shen Mochen was in a good temper. Shen Mochen smiled a little. An evil glimpse flashed through his eyes, then his fingers unfastened the buttons that he had just agilely buttoned up for her.

Shui Miaomiao’s figure was well developed. Without the buttons trapping them in, the top part of her breasts was exposed again.