Last summer, I was invited to serve as a proctor for the adult self-study examination at a certain school. Among the candidates was a beautiful young lady wearing a pomegranate flower dress, her thighs as white as snow, which made me daydream. During the exam, the young lady sent me several subtle glances. In my fluster, I could only avoid her gaze. While patrolling, I suddenly noticed that the young lady was restless and kept looking down at her own snow-white thighs. I quickly called the female proctor to implement close-range, all-round monitoring of the beautiful candidate.