CHAPTER 088
Tiana was staring in a daze at the window from the current classroom. She could hear the professor speaking but she could not understand the words. Like the words would enter her right ear and left through the left ear.
Her complexion was better these days, her cheeks would always be painted in pink, and her lips were always rosy and plump. It was her bare face—no artificial enhancer—it was caused by Lyndon's utterly shameless physical intimacy with her.
Even though today was inexplicably sunny and hot outside, four req inside their classroom was enough to regulate the heat. So, that was not the reason for her flushed cheeks. Lyndon was holding her hand and playing with her fingers while his eyes were rooted on the front. He was applying pressure on her hand as if he was massaging her. Who knew after the whole year of courting was not enough for her to get used to him? He surprised her every time.
