Realizing he was in trouble, Su Chen instinctively shook his head and protested, "It wasn't me...!"
'Fine, even if it wasn't you, it might as well have been,' Guan Yonghe thought bitterly. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She desperately wanted to cry. 'If it wasn't you, how would you know what I meant?' She glared at her student, wanting nothing more than to slap him across the face.
But they were in a public place, with several people nearby. She had too many reservations, even about her own emotions. The tears remained trapped in her eyes for a long moment before she finally managed to steady her body.
Her mind felt blank, as if she had forgotten everything. Without so much as a glance at Su Chen, she turned and walked away.
Her unsteady gait tugged at Su Chen's heart. He smiled wryly. My lust has gotten me into trouble again. How could the woman I defiled be my homeroom teacher?
