Chapter 12 A Game Before Recess

• She sat beside me, legs crossed at the knees, elbows resting on the wooden arm of the chair, her face cupped in her palms—a portrait of concentration during the professor's lecture, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.
• Casually, I slipped off my black school shoe with the tip of my foot, smoothly lifting my white socks as I pulled my leg out. With a gentle touch, my toes traced along her bare shins, delicately caressing.
• Her immediate response was a stern gaze, silently signaling me to stop, before swiftly returning to her previous attentive posture, skillfully avoiding any potential reprimand from the professor.