As soon as they were alone, the first thing Zhao Bolin did was to regain the upper hand which had been lost somewhere along with his composure.
Fortunately, the brief intervention from Professor Lou earlier had given him a sufficient amount of time to calm down. Goodness… he really had no idea what was wrong with him. The moment his eyes met with the male student's silver orbs, every inch of his skin tingled like live wire, sending sparks of electricity down to the tip of his fingers. His brain was working too diligently to secrete hormones which caused his physical reaction to go haywire.
He let out a shaky exhale and crossed his arms over his chest so as to not let the other know how affected he was by his mere presence.
