He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

"You're soaked," Han Jun said, looking at Yang Jiulang, who had just been protecting him while they changed seats and was now drenched. "Aren't you going to get gonorrhea?"

Yang Jiulang shivered, then raised his chin smugly: "Don't worry, Teacher Han, I'm perfectly healthy."

He is indeed good; he is free from illness and would never get sick even if he were to freeze to death.

Han Jun hummed in agreement, then quickly tore off three tissues and shoved them into his hand: "Wipe yourself."

Yang Jiulang quickly wiped his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, ears, chin, neck, arms, and...

"Alright, let's get started!" Han Jun said.

"Oh." Yang Jiulang opened the door a crack and casually tossed the wad of wet tissues out.

Han Jun frowned: "If this were an exam, I'd fail again!"

Yang Jiulang scratched his head.

Let's begin the practical exercise.

"Walk around the car, adjust the seat, fasten the seatbelt, start the engine, and turn on the turn signal," Yang Jiulang muttered as he worked.

"Splash!" The wipers stopped working, and a puddle of water instantly gushed onto the glass.

"Why are you using the windshield wipers when you've already turned on your turn signal?" Han Jun exclaimed angrily.

"Oh, oh, oh," Yang Jiulang quickly turned on the windshield wipers: "Sorry, it's raining, I'm not used to it yet."

Han Jun remained silent, watching him continue.

The car started moving slowly.

"Slow down..." Han Jun whispered.

Yang Jiulang gradually got into the zone and followed Han Jun's instructions without making any mistakes.

We drove all the way to the deepest part of the road, and then it was time to turn back.

The rain intensified, pouring down in large buckets.

The windshield wipers were completely dry and smoking, rendering them utterly useless; visibility was less than a meter ahead.

Yang Jiulang's heart was pounding. He was slumped over the steering wheel, his neck almost sticking out like a giant turtle's head.

"Pull over," Han Jun ordered.

Yang Jiulang turned the steering wheel to the right, pulled over to the side, and stopped the car.

"We can't drive anymore," Han Jun said, looking at the torrential rain outside the car. "Let's stop for a while and wait for this to pass."

"Okay." Yang Jiulang turned off the windshield wipers.

Sight instantly vanished; the small car, under the torrential rain, was like a tiny boat adrift in a deep sea, with no one in sight ahead and no ghosts behind.

Inside the car, there were two breaths, but no one spoke.

The whole world seemed to shrink to just this small space and the torrential rain outside the car.

Yang Jiulang turned around and looked at Han Jun, only to realize that she had also gotten wet.

The high ponytail wasn't very fluffy, with a few wisps of hair sticking to her cheeks.

Her black T-shirt was also wet, clinging to her chest and outlining a distinct curve.

Yang Jiulang quickly looked away and said softly, "Teacher Han, you should wipe it too."

Han Jun didn't move, his eyes fixed on the outside of the car, yet also seemingly on the inside.

"Thank you, Yang Jiulang." After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke.

Yang Jiulang flinched and turned his head. "Teacher Han, what does this mean?"

"Thank you for getting my husband in."

There was no emotion in his voice.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, then realized he had forgotten to tell Zhou Wanqiu it was a secret. He also understood why Han Jun had remained silent the whole way.

Yang Jiulang lowered his head and remained silent.

Han Jun turned her head and looked at him seriously: "You should have told me."

Yang Jiulang grinned, but the smile in his eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by an icy look: "Teacher Han, I told you, evil will be punished."

Han Jun nodded: "Actually, I roughly know what he's doing, but because he's Xin Xin's father, I haven't..."

"Teacher Han," Yang Jiulang interrupted her, "putting aside all emotions, the most basic logic behind your husband's arrest is that he committed a crime and harmed someone. In this whole matter, he is the only one at fault. You can't blame anyone else, and you don't need to carry any burden."

Han Jun froze, her lips trembling slightly: "Yang Jiulang, I don't blame you, I don't."

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, nodded, and hummed in agreement.

Silence. An unbearable silence filled the small carriage.

"Yang Jiulang," Han Jun's voice softened as she slowly said, "You just said you'd put aside all feelings, have you... truly put them aside?"

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Han Jun, then quickly looked away and lowered his head: "No."

"Late Autumn said," Han Jun thought for a moment and continued, "you are a very kind person."

"No, no," Yang Jiulang shook his head quickly, then turned to stare at her: "Teacher Han, my kindness is only for those I care about."

"Zheng~"

It was as if a switch had been accidentally triggered inside Han Jun's body.

A ripple suddenly stirred in her frozen heart...

She looked at Yang Jiulang, her eyes slowly reddening.

"Teacher Han..." Yang Jiulang called out in a panic.

"Kuro," Han Jun bit his lip and asked softly, "Do you think I'm old?"

"No, I'm not old," Yang Jiulang said earnestly.

Do you think I'm... pretty enough?

"Yes, Ms. Han, you are very beautiful."

Han Jun took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Yang Jiulang, please hug me, please..."

Tears were already welling up in her reddened eyes.

Yang Jiulang stared blankly at Han Jun, at this pitiful woman who was on the verge of collapse, and slowly raised his hand and reached out.

He touched her cheek.

She trembled slightly.

He gently tucked a strand of wet hair behind his ear and, through the center console, pulled her into his arms.

She slightly raised her head and slowly closed her eyes.

Those plump lips, those dry and chapped lips from lack of water, are right in front of me.

Yang Jiulang pursed his lips and kissed her.

Han Jun let out a soft moan and reached out her right hand to cover the face of the handsome, chiseled man.

Outside the car, the rain was pouring down.

Inside the car, the two shared a gentle kiss.

Han Jun gradually became more intense, his madness as if breaking through some long-frozen confinement, or shattering some heavy shackles.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

"Jiu Lang, go to the back," Han Jun called softly.

Yang Jiulang turned around to open the door.

Han Jun grabbed him: "Crawl over there, you idiot!"

"Oh." Yang Jiulang was as nimble as a cat, and instantly climbed to the back row.

The moment Han Jun sat down, she buried her head in Yang Jiulang's arms, and large tears rolled into his chest, drawing streaks of heat.

A clap of thunder boomed in the sky, and everyone looked up, but no one knew what was happening inside the car, swaying precariously in the wind and rain...

The wind stopped, the rain ceased, and people were exhausted.

Han Jun collapsed onto Yang Jiulang, feeling as if his body had fallen apart, relaxed and carefree.

"Thank you, Hisarou, thank you, Hisarou..." she said over and over again.

Yang Jiulang gently stroked her loose hair, feeling extremely ashamed.

Teacher Han, I've taken such a big advantage of you, and you're still thanking me over and over again. I feel so unworthy of it.

At that moment, the system's sweet, coquettish voice suddenly rang out.

【Ding. 】

Han Jun's favorability score increased by 10, currently at 70 points.

[Han Jun's favorability rating has reached a critical milestone. The system will soon randomly distribute a special reward to you.]

Yang Jiulang's heart leaped into his throat. What would it be this time?