“Fatter!”

A woman approaching thirty was most afraid of becoming fat and flabby, and Kong Xiuru was no exception. That grabbed her attention.

A woman's prime was between twenty-two and twenty-eight. Kong Xiuru was depressed that six years of her youth had been wasted. But what could she do if she couldn't open up her own heart?

Am I really getting old? Kong Xiuru forgot that pair of hands on her waist in her anxiety.

Ling Yun's palm caressed Kong Xiuru's firm waist gently. His member saluted her whilst he admired her body.

No, this is the limit. Any further and I would be begging for trouble…

Ling Yun had to suppress that desire with meditation.

It was even more unbearable for Kong Xiuru. She was cracking eggs into a pot, while Ling Yun's hands roamed around her waist gently. That gentleness was insufferable.

She hadn't been touched by a man for a whole six years, so Ling Yun's bold moves on her today made her body extremely sensitive — every single touch caused her body to shudder.

It was unbearable but so wonderful at the same time. She simply couldn't refuse it.

Rational was nothing in the face of desire and instinct. Even Kong Xiuru didn't understand why that was the case.

“Be a good boy and take a seat on the sofa. Don't tease your teacher any further. Take off your s.h.i.+rt, I'll wipe you down later.”

Kong Xiuru was practically begging Ling Yun to let her off.

There would still be chances next time as long as she didn't refuse. Thus Ling Yun agreed and went to the sofa. He took off his s.h.i.+rt obediently and showed off his strong muscles and beautiful figure.

Kong Xiuru came out with a bowl of fragrant noodles before long. She walked over to Ling Yun and placed the bowl of noodles in front of him. Looking up, she blushed upon seeing Ling Yun's strong upper body.

“W-why aren't you wearing anything underneath?” Kong Xiuru turned away quickly, her breathing heavy. Her eyes, however, betrayed her as they secretly stole glances at Ling Yun's upper body.

She had never seen such a perfect body in her life. Her heart was refusing, but her eyes couldn't resist the temptation.

That was a fatal attraction.

“I don't have the habit…” Ling Yun's lips crooked upwards as he took the bowl of noodles in his hands. “Teacher, there are no chopsticks!”

Kong Xiuru berated herself as she rushed to get a pair of chopsticks for Ling Yun. What had she become? Ling Yun's servant?

“Be careful, it's hot. I'll wash your clothes for you…” Kong Xiuru took Ling Yun's s.h.i.+rt and walked into the bathroom.

The noodles were smooth and delicious, and Ling Yun gobbled it down in an instant.

“Seconds?”

There was only one small patch of stain on Ling Yun's s.h.i.+rt, which was easily removed. Seeing that Ling Yun had finished the first bowl, Kong Xiuru took the initiative to bring out a second bowl for him.

Ling Yun's tummy was satisfied after two bowls of noodles. His consumption was less than one-third of what he used to eat, and his weight had dropped to about eighty kilograms.

“I'm full!” Ling Yun pushed the tableware aside and praised the cooking with great sincerity. “Your noodles are really delicious…”

Kong Xiuru was elated. She pa.s.sed Ling Yun some napkins to wipe his mouth while she cleaned up.

“If you like my cooking, you can come over to my house anytime. I'll make food for you…” Kong Xiuru offered as she walked out of the kitchen

“Teacher, aren't you afraid of gossip?” Ling Yun asked cheekily.

Kong Xiuru blushed as she glared at Ling Yun. You have hugged me so many times, even if it was fake previously, it's the truth now. What's the use of being afraid? Kong Xiuru thought to herself.

There were still forty minutes before the end of the second period. Awkwardness hung in the air as they ran out of things to say.

After some time.

“Ling Yun, I don't blame you for this. Director Liu has been chasing me for four years without success. He is just using this opportunity to take revenge on me…”

Kong Xiuru broke the silence suddenly.

Ling Yun's lips parts slightly. What a backstory.

“Teacher, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone bully you. I'll protect you and not let any harm come your way…”

Ling Yun retorted seriously. He stood there half-naked, staring deeply into Kong Xiuru's eyes, his low voice powerful.

Kong Xiuru's delicate body trembled, creating a domino effect to her heart. A sense of happiness she had never felt before engulfed her whole being.

The bitterness and hards.h.i.+p of a bubbly and charming woman alone in a strange city were unimaginable.

Kong Xiuru was kind, intellectual, independent, and strong-willed. Her achievements in the education sector were nothing short of impressive. However, she had a side to her that was unknown to most.

Loneliness. Her heart was filled with panic and depression. She had a strong inferiority complex and was extremely insecure.

Therefore, her favorite place was her cla.s.sroom. She could only forget her pain temporarily when she buried herself in work, when she faced her students.

The feelings that Ling Yun gave her were special. She could see that Ling Yun wasn't looking at her as his teacher.

Ling Yun teased her boldly, using his words to toy with her. He had no respect for rules nor bottom lines. That should have made Kong Xiuru hate Ling Yun, but she could only feel herself falling deeper and deeper into his spell.

Ling Yun was tall and handsome. He had a strong pair of biceps, seductive calm eyes, and a wicked grin that captivated Kong Xiuru.

She knew she was making a big mistake. Not rejecting Ling Yun's advances in such circ.u.mstances was itself a kind of seduction.

She knew she was playing with fire. It was a drug user's addiction. She didn't refuse Ling Yun when he hugged her on campus, and she could no longer refuse it now.

That casual remark from Ling Yun made Kong Xiuru's heart race!

“Ling Yun, can you… can you…” Kong Xiuru's eyes were suddenly blurry. She started panting as her chest bobbed up and down. “Can you hold me…” She finished her request with a red hot face.

Why not, I have been waiting for you to say that! Ling Yun thought to himself.

However, he patted the side of the sofa and motioned for Kong Xiuru to come over to him.

He wanted to see if Kong Xiuru would take the initiative to move over to him. It would be a good sign if she did. If not, Ling Yun would go over instead.

Kong Xiuru trembled visibly, and her body felt weak as she pushed herself off the chair and walked slowly to Ling Yun's side.

No, no! Don't do it! Don't make this mistake! Kong Xiuru's rational side warned her.

Her emotions erupted like a long-suppressed volcano and destroyed what was left of her rationality!

Kong Xiuru walked to Ling Yun's side with her beautiful legs. Her instincts told her to flee, but she was caught by Ling Yun's outstretched hands, which pulled her into his embrace.

“Ah…”

Kong Xiuru could feel something snap in her mind. Morals, rules, and regulations were all burnt into ashes. An indescribable sense of guilt and an equally wonderful sense of security alternated in her mind, each trying to overpower the other.

She realized in shock that Ling Yun's left hand was on her left breast!

“My apologies, I misplaced my hand…” Ling Yun pulled back his left hand before she could react. He didn't want to be hit.

“Oh my G.o.d, h-how can you be so daring!” Kong Xiuru was in a deep shade of red, almost in tears.

Ling Yun didn't reply; he was enjoying Kong Xiuru's reaction. His form teacher was almost twenty-eight years old, but she was a lot more bashful than the rest of the girls he knew. She was even shyer than Lin Menghan yesterday. Shyness could almost be patented by her.

“Y-you! How dare you bully your teacher like this! How can I prove my innocence now? If… if this gets out, how can I face the world?”

Kong Xiuru burst out breathlessly. Her guilt was constantly on her mind, and it was as though she would only feel better if she let it out.

However, she seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who asked Ling Yun to hold her. She walked to him, and the only thing that Ling Yun did was “misplace his hand.”

“W-why aren't you saying anything?” an anxious Kong Xiuru asked Ling Yun since he didn't utter a word.

She was looking for a way to give herself an out. She could only complain to Ling Yun, however, she would regret it if Ling Yun were to misunderstand.

“I'm afraid that you will hit me…”

Ling Yun grinned wickedly.

Kong Xiuru was mesmerized as the dimple on his left cheek appeared.