The Book-Traveling System Was Developed by Me into a Sweet Article

My whole body was pressed on the desk, and the back of my head hit the pile of documents. The pain made me burst into tears. In front of him was a man—no, to be precise, a face so cold it could freeze. The facial features were as delicate as sculptures, but those eyes, tsk tsk, stared at me as if they were looking at a dead person.