Although tenderness usually looks amiable, and there is always a faint smile on his face, the president knows better than anyone that it is only a gentle protective layer.

He has no idea what real tenderness looks like.

After working with her for more than a year, the president was stunned that he did not see through his gentle temper.

Nowadays, the dean is really afraid to see such a tender and cruel look. Knowing what to wait for after he says the password, he has no choice.

Why did you think that gentleness was a master who could be calculated at will?

He regretted, he was upset, but now...