He looked down at her, his gaze landing on her retainer. A flicker of something—amusement? disgust?—crossed his face. “The lost puppy found its way to the master’s house,” he murmured. “Don’t touch anything. You might break it with your aura of chaos.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging in. “Do you think I care about level? I care about function . You function in my life the way oxygen functions in a combustion reaction. Without you, I just… suffocate.” Playful Kiss -K-Drama-
Seung-jo dropped his own pristine, annotated textbook into her lap. “Chapter 7 on stoichiometry. I’ve underlined the key parts. If you don’t understand it by midnight, I will personally fail you.” He looked down at her, his gaze landing on her retainer