Leslie casually wiped each of her fingers, slow and unhurried.
Everyone's eyes naturally drifted toward her hands.
She wasn't just pretty-her hands were, too. Slender fingers, smooth knuckles like carved jade, with soft pink nails that looked like they'd been delicately painted.
Only after drying her hands did she pick up her phone and dial a number.
"Whatever you want to say, save it for the cops."
"N-no, please don't call them!"
As soon as the man heard the word "police," he panicked and crawled over, trying to grab onto Leslie's leg. She raised her foot and gave him another solid kick.
"Hello? Officer? I need to report something. I'm at Ashbourne University..."
Right then, campus security finally showed up and restrained the guy.
Moments later, the police ar
