As they walked, Ye Jian's mind raced.
He's… so composed. So calm. And yet… so unpredictable. Every action feels deliberate, and yet I can't tell what he's thinking. Is he really that self-controlled… or is he hiding something deeper?
Her thoughts flickered back to Ning Xi.
That girl has already thrown herself at him openly… yet he doesn't even seem tempted. Or perhaps he's playing some deeper game I don't yet understand.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, walked with hands clasped behind his back, his expression neutral, but his mind was far from idle.
After a brief pause, Ye Jian finally spoke again, her voice playful but carrying an unmistakable edge of curiosity.
"What about me, Teacher Lin Feng?" she asked, stopping mid-step and letting her gaze settle on him like a hunter sizing up her prey.
"What if I were serious about pursuing you? Would you reject my advances the same way you're rejecting poor little teacher Ning Xi?"
