'What kind of outrageously flirtatious words were these.'
Holly Winslow: "..."
She quickly tore up the note and tossed it into the small trash bag between them. Then, she took out a new piece of paper: *Quincy the Lecher, how many years in prison are you looking to serve?*
Quincy the Lecher read the note and scrawled a line in response.
*With my looks, I probably wouldn't have to serve time.*
The note quickly returned to Holly Winslow's hands. "..."
'I really underestimated how shameless he could be.'
She couldn't help but mutter at him under her breath, "You're so shameless."
"I only need a wife," Mortimer Quincy said, propping his head up with his hand.
The English teacher walked over to their side. While continuing the lecture, she rapped on Mortimer Quincy's desk, signaling for them to pay attention.
