“You’re not even going to try this?”
Lord Mahuziilluminating the study and casting a bright glow on the stacks of books
scattered across the floor and desk.
In the halo of floating dust, a man wearing a knitted sweater sat with
crossed legs on the sofa. His long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were
clear and moist as his fingers lightly brushed over the opened pages of a
book.
Two entangled men.
[Don’t, don’t do this. We’re still in the classroom…]
[I can’t hold back any longer, teacher…! Large hands tightly clamped
around the slender wrist between shirt cuffs.]
[Uhh—]
Rustle! The paper suddenly crinkled.
Jian Mingzhou’s face turned completely red as he pressed his lips
together, and the hand holding the pages trembled slightly: Oh, oh, oh!
Excitedly, he flipped to the next page.
[Bang! The slender back was pressed against the blackboard, the tie
slipping off. Following the exposed neck…]