He pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him, "This face, it would be a shame if you weren't a model."
Xia Yan frowned and pushed him with her hand. Yang Hexuan smirked playfully, his fingers running through her long hair, "You never tell me about yourself. What happened to you before?"
"Give me my glasses."
"Xia Yan, don't offend your teacher, understand? Otherwise, I can make sure you'll always be an assistant who only carries things, whether you follow me or anyone else."
Seeing her somewhat angry expression, Yang Hexuan's hand slowly slid to her face, smiling softly, "Just joking, how could I bully such a cute disciple?"
As he said this, he leaned down like he usually teased other women, aiming for her slightly pursed lips. However, unlike other women who would lean in, she just frowned and turned her head away even when they were still far apart, raising her hand to cover her mouth.
