Chapter 95. Tang Yue: What a little beast!

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After a long while, Teacher Tang Yue put on a thin gauze nightgown, the light material subtly outlining her graceful figure.

She slowly walked to the window, opened it, and fresh air instantly flooded into the apartment.

A gentle breeze caressed her hair, bringing a touch of coolness.

Teacher Tang Yue leaned against the window, looking at the scenic area outside West Lake.

It was already evening, and the city was brightly lit, with a breathtaking view.

A hint of languor and contentment shone in her eyes, as if she had just experienced a wonderful dream.

"What a little beast..." Tang Yue glanced at Mo Fan, whose face was full of smugness, and spat.

Her voice carried a hint of reproach, but more than anything, it was an indescribable tenderness.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

After Tang Yue woke up, she gently pushed Mo Fan away and dragged her tired body to her feet.

Despite the storm last night, as a mage, she was naturally not unable to walk.

However, the posture did look somewhat strange.

Who told Mo Fan to be so outrageous?

Even though this little rascal doesn't know how to cherish women, she still went to prepare breakfast for Mo Fan as soon as she woke up.

When Mo Fan woke up, he found that the mature woman was no longer in his arms.

He smacked his lips, thinking to himself, "No wonder it's a ripe peach; its resistance is truly strong!"

He then got up and went downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I saw Teacher Tang Yue busy in the kitchen.

Mo Fan walked over silently and, once he was next to Tang Yue, he seemed to have no bones and pressed himself against her.

Mo Fan sucked on the mature woman's fragrant neck, his hands hovering where they should be.

"Don't bother me, I'm cooking~" Tang Yue said reproachfully.

"I'm craving you more than your breakfast," Mo Fan whispered in her ear.

Feeling the breath coming from her ear, Tang Yue subconsciously shrank her neck.

Clearly, breakfast was out of the question; Mo Fan was just being mischievous, preventing her from making breakfast in peace.

Left with no other choice, Tang Yue had to turn off the stove.

It was at this moment that Teacher Tang Yue suddenly frowned slightly.

When she turned to look at Mo Fan, her eyes were full of reproach.

Her eyes held a hint of helplessness and shame, as if blaming Mo Fan for his lack of manners.

A surprise attack!

But isn't this a bit too hasty?

However, Mo Fan was completely unaware of Tang Yue's emotional change; he remained immersed in his intimate contact with her.

Tang Yue sighed softly. She knew that this little man could be so willful at times.

But she couldn't really be angry with him, after all, their relationship was so special.

She gently nudged Mo Fan and said, "Alright, stop fooling around. We have important things to do later."

"It won't be long."

It was already noon when they finished breakfast. In the afternoon, before Mo Fan could do anything, Teacher Tang Yue pushed him out the door.

Mo Fan, standing outside the door, was speechless.

"Teacher Tang Yue, how could you be so heartless?!"

"Don't call me teacher, and get out of here."

"You weren't like this last night, Teacher Tang Yue."

"Stop barking like a dog! If you don't leave, don't expect to see me again!"

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Mo Fan looked at Tang Yue, who was determined not to open the door, and felt quite helpless. So what if she asked for a little more? Did she have to be kicked out?

He muttered under his breath, "This isn't even good enough, not even peaches."

Mo Fan was forced to leave his apartment in West Lake.

It just so happened that he hadn't seen his beloved Xinxia in quite a while, so Mo Fan headed straight for a university in Hangzhou.

Behind the door, Teacher Tang Yue, whose legs were trembling, finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Mo Fan, that brat, had left.

Damn, this kid really doesn't think he's human!

Respect your teachers and value their teachings!

Pooh!

She felt that if Mo Fan stayed another day, she might not even see the sun tomorrow!

But looking back on the past two days, I felt both ashamed and angry.

But for some reason, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, revealing a complex smile.

Autumn has quietly arrived before we know it, and the fallen leaves everywhere and the willow catkins flying all over the city make the whole city of Hangzhou even more poetic and picturesque.

Autumn in Hangzhou is unlike the scorching sun and baking earth of the south, which is no different from summer. Nor is it like the chilly autumn of the north. It has a comfortable temperature and a gentle autumn breeze. It is not like a harbinger of decay, but more like the gentle rendering of the colors in a beautiful painting, exquisite and slow...

The universities in Jiangsu and Zhejiang still maintain a gray-green hue. The number of fallen leaves that need to be swept up every day is increasing. The fallen leaves are like girls changing clothes for the season, not worth being nostalgic about.

On campus, the rhythm of short skirts and black stockings continues. This combination has practically become a year-round staple for girls; it never goes out of style, it's like an evergreen plant, its beauty undiminished throughout the seasons.

In stark contrast, the standard attire for boys is slippers and a jersey. In the south, this outfit can last for three and a half seasons, and many unconventional men wear it all year round. It's not because they're wearing a down jacket to ward off the cold of the last half of the season, but because they're fire or ice mages—that's how capricious they are when they have attributes.

Within the campus of the Jiangnan Academy lies a small West Lake, in the center of which stands a solitary pavilion.

The pavilion looked like it hadn't been cleaned for some time, and even the wooden bridge chains that led to the pavilion were submerged in the water, a warning to the students not to go to the center of the lake to play around.

Unfortunately, since we're all monks, it doesn't really matter whether there's a bridge or not.

"I'll push you across. This is no problem for me," a handsome man with impeccably styled hair said with a smile as he stood by the lake.

The lake was clean, reflecting his tall and straight figure. The elegance in his every move and the gentle yet masculine tone of his voice showed that he was a refined gentleman from a good family and who had been influenced by high culture.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the lake.

The green grass on the shore was gradually covered with a layer of white frost, which spread into the lake water, and a "crunching" sound could be heard on the lake surface.

"I just wanted to take a walk by myself, I'm sorry." Xinxia raised her head, her clear eyes showing no emotion other than the tranquility of an autumn lake.

They didn't even pay attention to those gossipy women who were making a fuss.

She pushed the wheelchair herself with her thin arms, not onto the ice, but simply moving little by little along the lakeside.

Liu Yilin touched his nose and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Ironically, even as a gentleman, he was at a loss when faced with a few gossipy women.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Mo Fan arrived and said coldly, "A bunch of stinking bitches, wash your brains in boiling water."

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Mo Fan showed absolutely no mercy, delivering three consecutive kicks that accurately struck different parts of the three girls' bodies.

Those who were just yelling were kicked into the water one by one, causing gasps from passersby.

None of the three women were water-based. Their bodies were immersed in cold water, which had been iced. Their clothes, hair, and makeup became tattered, messy, and disheveled in the water, making them look terrible!

Liu Yilin was stunned, looking at Mo Fan in disbelief. He found it hard to believe that there could be such a rude and uncouth man towards women in this world.