“Professor Norviel. Professor Norviel. Please wait.” A tiny and sweet, docile tone hurriedly called behind Norviel, the person's heels clinking against the floor softly.
Upon seeing Norviel pause in his tracks, Willa’s eyes flickered with joy, and she quickly hurried toward Norviel before stopping right in front of him.
Standing in front of Norviel, Willa's face flushed red, and her lips beautifully parted in a gasp, her chest heaving and falling heavily.
Willa's hand held a beautiful paper bag that contained an exquisite lunch box filled with delicacies.
Willa bowed to Norviel elegantly before raising her paper bag toward Norviel while sneaking glances at him. She conveyed in a sweet and demure, docile tone, “Willa spent hours making this for Professor Norviel. Please don’t laugh at W
