第二章 傅砚辞的秘密

沈乔手忙脚乱地去扶书架， piled up的书像小山一样 her head was spinning. Just as she was about to scold herself for being clumsy, a sharp hand tapped her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to see some annoyed student, but instead, she found a man standing there, his eyes cool and penetrating. He was impeccably dressed, even in the casual attire of a university student, with a worn leather jacket over a crisp shirt and a well-tailored pair of jeans. His hair was tousled, hinting at a night of restless rest, but his gaze was clear and sharp. "Very careless," he said, his voice low and commanding. It was a simple observation, but沈乔 felt a shiver down her spine at his tone. There was an undeniable confidence in his stance, an air of authority that made her immediately uncomfortable. "Sorry, I was just..." she began to stammer, gesturing frantically at the stack of books that tumbled from the shelf. Why was she suddenly so flustered? This guy was acting like she had just completely ruined his day. It was as if her clumsiness was a personal attack.