The air was thick, almost as if it were about to ignite.
The flames in Long Zitao's eyes could consume the entire world.
The Pandora's box in his heart was slowly being pried open.
The bowls of hand-pulled noodles he just had gave him a long-lost vitality.
Only when one's hunger is sated can they find the emotional space to think about other things.
"Mr. Long, perhaps you should be a bit more patient. I'm afraid you'll—"
"Mmm…"
Ye Yuwei's words were cut short as Long Zitao's parched lips landed firmly on hers.
The slight pain from her lips mixed with an electric tingle that seemed to explode within her body.
Ye Yuwei remained still, her hands propped behind her on the desk, letting Long Zitao claim her without resistance.
The heat spread; her silk clothing was already drenched in sweat.
The temperature surged, the scorching air already ablaze.
"Mr. Long, this is not appropriate. I'm your student."
"I'm teaching you the most wonderful thing in this world."
