After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

The lounge was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The heavy rosewood bookcase exuded a faint, lingering fragrance. Zhu Xun Chuan's chest pressed tightly against Fu Xing He's thin, soft back. The words, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may," carried a burning heat, piercing straight into her heart through her sensitive ear canal.

Fu Xinghe trembled all over.

The buttons she had just hastily fastened tightened again with her rapid breathing. Beneath the moon-white brocade cheongsam, a glimpse of pure white silk bodice was faintly visible. Her fair skin, exposed in the dim light, exuded a breathtaking allure.

She bit her red lips tightly. At this moment, the upbringing of the municipal party secretary's daughter and the dignity of a Peking University professor became a cage that imprisoned her.

Fu Xinghe turned around, leaning against the bookshelf, his elbow braced between the two of them, trying to create some distance. His eyes still held the moisture he had forced out when he begged for mercy.

"Don't say that all things turn to nothing in the end, for before they turn to nothing, they are all dreams." She gasped for breath and recited Su Shi's "Xi Jiang Yue" in a trembling voice.

Those usually aloof, icy eyes were now filled with pleading and panic. She tried to cool down the sweltering, confined space with this disillusioned poem.

"Xun Chuan, don't force me." Her voice was weak and feeble.

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly. He didn't back down at all, but instead pressed forward half an inch. His strong thighs and knees directly wedged into the edge of the high slit of the cheongsam, touching that amazingly smooth area.

"Teacher Fu, you're mentioning Su Dongpo to me?" Zhu Xun Chuan braced his hands against the glass of the bookshelf on either side of Fu Xinghe's face, completely trapping her in a blind spot. "Master Su also said, 'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.' Although it's morning, in this dark room without even surveillance cameras, it's no different from a spring night, isn't it?"

He lowered his head, his gaze brazenly sweeping over the dazzling expanse of white skin at her neckline. "In this prime of life, aren't you wasting your precious time discussing 'emptiness' and 'dreams' with me?"

Fu Xinghe's cheeks instantly turned red, the redness spreading all the way to his ears.

"You...you're just being unreasonable!" she retorted, embarrassed and indignant. "That's a poem by Su Shi about spring scenery. What kind of nonsense is going on in your head?"

"You're all I can think about," Zhu Xun Chuan replied quickly and steadily, his tone carrying a roguish confidence. "Besides, aren't you the most beautiful spring scenery in the world right now?"

These blunt and explicit words of love, combined with his extremely aggressive masculine hormones, directly shattered Fu Xinghe's theoretical defenses.

In clashes between cultured individuals, the most dangerous thing is when a rogue knows martial arts. What's more, this rogue's knowledge of traditional Chinese culture is even deeper than that of this specially appointed professor.

Zhu Xun Chuan's right hand left the glass and slowly moved upwards along her slender waistline. Through the smooth fabric of the cheongsam, it stopped precisely at her waist dimple.

Fu Xinghe's body jerked forward, instinctively trying to dodge, but he had nowhere to retreat. The cool touch of the sandalwood bookcase and the burning heat of Zhu Xunchuan's palm created a sensation of extreme contrast.

"Don't touch me..." Her voice was barely audible. She grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's wrists with both hands, but she couldn't muster any strength.

"How can we discuss academic matters without touching?" Zhu Xun Chuan didn't stop; instead, his fingers gently traced the texture of the fabric. "Professor Fu, you've studied ancient texts for so many years, don't you know how it's written in the Book of Songs?"

He stopped joking, his voice became deep and magnetic, carrying the composure of a master.

"From the Book of Songs, Zhaonan: In the wild there is a dead deer, wrapped in white thatch. A young woman is in love, and a handsome man seduces her."

As soon as these two lines of poetry were recited, the air in the lounge seemed to freeze.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "In modern terms, it means if you meet a girl you like, you have to be bold and flirt with her. You can even just seduce her."

He paused deliberately, his breath brushing against her nose. "Teacher Fu, are you... in love?"

This statement is extremely damaging.

Fu Xinghe's mind went blank. As a young lady from a prestigious family who grew up surrounded by rare and ancient books, she was used to hearing only classical Chinese texts and lofty discussions. Who would dare interpret the Book of Songs so barbarically and crudely in front of her?

Zhu Xun Chuan, however, speaks with perfect clarity and effortlessly quotes classical allusions. He uses the most elegant classical Chinese to act with the wildest lewdness. This direct provocation, tearing away the veneer of refinement, is more unbearable than any blatant lewdness.

Her chest heaved violently. The buttons on her cheongsam creaked under the strain. Her deep cleavage trembled wildly with each breath.

"You...you're utterly disgraceful!" Fu Xinghe was speechless. Her eyes reddened again. This feeling of being completely crushed in her area of ​​expertise, and being unable to find words to refute it, made her completely lose her usual composure.

"Refined?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned even closer, their noses almost touching. "I call this 'If you're bold enough, the teacher gets maternity leave.' Professor Fu, haven't heard of this folk saying before?"

Fu Xinghe was stunned. Of course, she had never heard of this kind of dirty joke from the internet age, but even a fool could understand its literal meaning.

"You shameless!" she exclaimed angrily, raising her hand to punch Zhu Xun Chuan's chest.

Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the bookshelf above her head. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her forcefully.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, without any gaps.

Fu Xinghe felt the oppressive feeling that made her heart pound, and her legs went weak. If Zhu Xun Chuan hadn't been holding her, she would have slid to the ground.

It’s over.

Complete chaos.

That captivating charm and vulnerability that belonged to a mature woman erupted completely at this moment.

She closed her eyes, and tears finally slid down her cheeks. She stopped struggling, and she stopped putting on airs as the daughter of a municipal party secretary. She rested her forehead on Zhu Xunchuan's broad shoulder, like a wounded cat.

"Xun Chuan..." Her voice was incredibly soft and sweet, with a heavy nasal tone and a pleading quality. "If love between two people is destined to last, why should they be together every day and night..."

Qin Guan's "The Magpie Bridge Fairy".

This was her last line of defense, and also her most helpless act of defense.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to give it to you..." Fu Xinghe gripped the lapel of his suit jacket, his nails turning white from the force. "My grandfather is very traditional. If I were to hand it over here... in a place like this, I wouldn't be able to get over it in my own heart."

She looked up at Zhu Xun Chuan, her eyes filled with intense longing and struggle.

"Wait until I take you back to the Fu family... until we're officially family... then I'll do whatever you want. Okay?"

The aloof and elegant professor from Peking University, now in the most humble posture, recites Song Dynasty poetry and begs for mercy from a freshman. This stark contrast is enough to drive any man mad.

Zhu Xun Chuan gazed at her stunningly beautiful face. A blush spread to her ears, and she bit her red lips until they bled.

He knew the time was right. The art of pulling and tugging lies in that split second, just before it breaks.

His desire for subversion was greatly satisfied. He had no intention of actually forcibly breaking through to the final step here.

A wild glint flashed in Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes. He lowered his head and kissed those alluring red lips directly.

The moment their lips touched, his hoarse, domineering voice abruptly interrupted her "day and night".

"There is a beautiful woman, whom I cannot forget once I have seen her. If I do not see her for a day, I am driven mad with longing..."