If there was anyone who knew about my relationship with Fu Yuye back then apart from the two of us, it would be Fu Yuzheng.

Fu Yuzheng is Fu Yuye's uncle. At that time, I was just over twenty years old, and Fu Yuzheng was also young, not even thirty years old, but he had a calmness that made people overlook his age.

That day at Fu Yuye's house, he lived there alone. When I first went there to tutor him, he had a housemaid who cooked and cleaned. But after I made him a bowl of egg noodles once, he dismissed that housemaid and hired a new one who only took care of cleaning.

On a sunny afternoon, the glass door was opened, rendering the entire living room bright and spacious. On the floor laid a white woolen blanket, accompanied by a gray sofa. I was sitting on one side, working on revising my graduation thesis. Meanwhile, Fu Yuye was seated on the other side of the sofa, engrossed in his German classical philosophy book, of course, in its original language. If it were translated into Chinese, I doubt he would even understand it.

I was engrossed in adding footnotes to my paper at that time, completely oblivious to the person who was originally sitting quietly by the side. I didn't realize that he had come up behind me after discarding his book, and suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulder. Fu Yuye hugged me and, like a child, whispered in my ear, "So bored, so bored."

He is not the kind of person who feels bored for lack of things to do on a regular basis. At least in my eyes, he is much busier than the average person. I know that he graduated from a famous foreign university at the age of 16. His study is filled with various books on three walls, and he occasionally watches video conference recordings on his computer.

He carries the pressure that a young person his age would never have thought of.

So when he suddenly started acting like a brat, I would instead feel sorry for him and bend over backwards to accommodate his every whim. Later, he figured out this pattern and would occasionally pretend to be an innocent and innocent boy to deceive me into feeling sorry for him.

For example, right now, his hand slipped into my clothes and moved around, saying, "Teacher, let's do something fun."

As his Chinese teacher, sometimes I don't know if he intentionally flirts with me because he learns too quickly, or if he genuinely has trouble grasping vocabulary.

However, judging from his enchanting actions, it should be the former.

I'm afraid of itching.

So he was quickly pressed down on the sofa by him, hiding and trying to grab his hand at the same time.

But he was much stronger than me and knew my weak point. I panicked and desperately tried to get up, but he calmly grabbed onto my leg.

In the bright light, I turned my head and looked towards the dim side of the field of vision. Then, I slowly looked over and saw Fu Yuye's handsome and youthful face. He was very close to me, causing my heart to unconsciously quicken. Then, I saw him holding onto my ankle, his gaze lingering on my foot for a few seconds. I swear, it felt like the kind of natural trembling reaction that occurs when one is approached by a wild beast.

His gaze became dangerous and profound.

As his fingers gently caressed my ankle, I noticed that my feet looked pale under the light, as if I could even see the veins on them. Somehow, I found myself swallowing a gulp of saliva.

I unexpectedly felt a passive sense of enjoyment.

Being held in Fu Yuye's hand, I felt a sense of superiority as he held me up high in his hands.

I whispered, "Stop, let go of me."

Fu Yuye's lips twitched slightly. I truly love his arrogant and indifferent demeanor, especially when it is mixed with a hint of tenderness.

"Teacher, if you kiss me, I'll let you go."

He spoke slowly and casually, but his gaze scrutinized my expression.

I felt like I was playing a game of hunter with him, acting as a rabbit willingly jumping into a trap.

I melted like a high-temperature-melted sugar, melting in his gaze.

He hesitantly reached out his hand to encircle his neck, his whole body folding like a quickly closing piece of paper. I leaned in closer to his face, searching for his breath, and then fell into a sweet trap.

When I woke up, it was already dark. There was a small lamp lit in the bedroom. As I got out of bed, my legs trembled slightly, and then that sensation of something foreign entering and leaving my body came again. I sat on the bed for a while before finally leaving the room.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room have been drawn, and the darkness of the night outside resembles a black mist, with the tree shadows swaying, resembling unknown terrifying creatures.

The crystal chandelier was lit, and there was a unfamiliar man sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing an expensive suit, with a relaxed posture. His eyebrows and eyes resembled Fu Yuye's by about seventy percent, but he exuded much more sophistication and experience.

Perhaps it was because his gaze fell upon me, that I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine.

The night breeze crept in through the window, causing the curtains to sway gracefully as if dancing.

"Teacher, are you awake?"

Fu Yuye was originally sitting with his back to me. At this moment, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of me. I couldn't help but sneeze, and I saw Fu Yuye furrowing his brows.

"Your hands are really cold."

His hands are slender and warm all year round.

Holding my hand at this moment feels like a little warm stove.

I smiled and said, "It's nothing."

The wind suddenly stopped.

The man was also tall and had long legs. He closed the French window and then walked up to me, asking, "Is this your little lover?"

His eyes were fixed on me, but his words were directed at Fu Yuye.