My passion on you burn

My passion on you burn after maybe I will easily now

King: I was born, I was not born gentleman already old. Hate is not the same as the day after day, and the king was born.

She sat in the office, listen to a mayday "suddenly I miss you", of his, suddenly breaks down in tears.

He is her high school biology teacher, although people nearly middle-aged, but almost no time in his face left much to trace. The eyes which can talk seems to observe everything. Such as who is reading the pressure in the novels, books who secretly to play games, who and who preach the small strip. But is this a pair of eyes to her obsession unceasingly. Yes, she likes him. That year, her 17. He, 39.

From what when begin to like him, she also not too clear. And suddenly, as if he was part of her life. Although he is teaching science, but the feeling is very exquisite, is also very literary skill. Every time finished for the rest of the class, he will give students speak some philosophical story. Every time to hear him tell the story, she will be with her hands cupping gills, staring him to look. As if the whole world is quiet, only the sound of his voice. So kind, so warm.

Sometimes he will see her eyes, every time a made her very excited. To her the deepest impression is a biology class, he called her up to answer questions, next to the noise in her blush with shame arrive ear, with little even oneself all hear voice to answer the question. He smiled and said, "please sit down". It is he said to her only one word. Until now, every time he recalled the scene will show sweet smile.