The faint, sweet taste of mint on her lips made Jiang Qingli realize that he had been standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth.
He wasn't wearing his glasses when he walked out of the bathroom.
'So the seemingly aloof Cat Teacher... he'd actually wanted to kiss me just now in the bathroom.'
A fine, dense drizzle began to fall again outside the window.
Slender threads of rain streaked across the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving numerous trails and stirring ripples in the young man's heart.
If she were to be precise, this was probably the first time they had kissed while both were sober.
When he had spoken those words, Yuan Shimo had believed his theoretical knowledge would be more than enough to handle the situation.
But the moment his lips actually touched hers, the mind of this genius student, who could effortlessly score full marks in any subject, went completely blank.
The experienced advice from those so-called tutors Du Yushan had hired was thrown to the wind.
