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

Gu Qinghan stood at the entrance of the Sea Cliff Private Resort. The sea breeze lifted the hem of her black trench coat, outlining her slender figure.

She wore stiletto heels and sheer black stockings. This formal and austere business attire seemed completely out of place outside the resort, which was filled with sunshine, beaches, and tropical greenery.

Gu Qinghan held the sick leave slip that read "palpitation and rest" in her hand, her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses coldly sweeping over Zhu Xunchuan.

She looked at his slightly casual white linen shirt, with two buttons undone at the chest, revealing a strong collarbone.

"Student Zhu, does the recuperation program in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine include a trip to Tianjin to see the sea?" Gu Qinghan's voice was cold and businesslike, typical of a counselor.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped in his tracks. He had one hand in his trouser pocket, and his gaze boldly swept her up and down.

Gu Qinghan pushed up her glasses. Out of the corner of her eye, she scanned Zhu Xunchuan's shirt collar and back, trying to find traces of other women's hair or lipstick.

Her nose even twitched twice, trying to catch the familiar scent of peach perfume in the air.

In the salty sea breeze, only the clean, woody scent of Zhu Xun Chuan's body could be heard.

Gu Qinghan's tense shoulders visibly relaxed a bit.

Zhu Xun Chuan saw through her little trick. He didn't take the leave slip, but instead took a long stride forward and moved closer.

Overwhelmed by his aura, Gu Qinghan instinctively backed away. Her slender high heels sank into the soft sand, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out his right hand, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Gu Qinghan bumped into his firm chest, her nose filled with his body heat.

"Teacher Gu, isn't it stuffy wearing such a thick trench coat in this hot weather?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his lips almost touching her ear.

"Let go. Be careful, there are cameras everywhere inside." Gu Qinghan lowered her voice, placing her hands on his chest, trying to push him away.

Zhu Xun Chuan completely ignored her warning. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and, half-embracing and half-dragging, led her directly to a closed VIP family changing room next to the resort's main entrance.

Gu Qinghan, wearing high heels, stumbled as he pulled her inside.

With a bang, the heavy wooden door to the changing room slammed shut. The sound of the lock clicking shut was particularly clear in the small space.

The light dimmed in the cramped dressing room. The cool air from the air conditioner dispelled the summer heat outside, and the refreshing scent of jasmine emanating from Gu Qinghan instantly filled the entire space.

She was forcefully pinned against the door of the solid wood wardrobe by Zhu Xunchuan.

"Are you crazy? I'm here to supervise your return from leave!" Gu Qinghan pulled a black folding metal pointer from her handbag, snapped it open, and placed it against Zhu Xunchuan's waist.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored the harmless pointer. His hands reached directly for the belt of Gu Qing Han's trench coat.

"Click." The metal buckle on the belt came undone.

"Don't move!" Gu Qinghan's voice carried a hint of panic. She reached for her belt, but was a step too slow.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of the trench coat. He grabbed the collar with both hands and swiftly ripped the cumbersome black trench coat off.

The trench coat slipped off her rounded shoulders and fell onto the carpet.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped moving, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Underneath her trench coat, Gu Qinghan wasn't wearing a proper business shirt at all. Instead, she wore a French-style floral print sundress. The thin straps hung on her fair skin, exposing a large expanse of her beautiful collarbones. The skirt was light and airy, and the cinched waist perfectly accentuated her curves.

Combined with the black stockings on her legs, it exudes a striking sense of immorality and contrast.

Gu Qinghan's cheeks flushed instantly, the blush spreading all the way to her delicate earlobes. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to block Zhu Xun Chuan's aggressive gaze.

"Do I need to wear a date dress to supervise my follow-up examination?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned closer to her, his hot breath hitting her neck. "Teacher Gu, you're being a classic hypocrite."

"Who...who went on a date with you? This is a slip dress that came with the trench coat!" Gu Qinghan retorted stubbornly, raising her pointer to hit his shoulder.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his hand, grasped the pointer, and casually tossed it onto the shoe-changing stool next to him.

The next second, he braced his hands on the cabinet door, completely trapping Gu Qinghan between his arms. He lowered his head and accurately captured her soft lips.

Gu Qinghan let out a short whimper and tried to push him away by pressing her hands against his chest.

Zhu Xun Chuan's kiss was absolutely forceful. He gave her no room to breathe, forcefully invading and demanding the jasmine scent from her breath.

Gu Qinghan's tense body gradually softened. Her aloofness and dogmatism befitting a college counselor were shattered in this passionate kiss mixed with the scent of sea salt.

Her hand, which had been pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest, slowly changed direction. Her fair arm rose, tentatively hooking around his neck, and she began to respond awkwardly.

A full three minutes.

Zhu Xun Chuan let go of her. Gu Qing Han leaned against the cabinet door, panting heavily. Her gold-rimmed glasses were slightly tilted, and her lips, which were originally painted with cool-toned lipstick, became red and glossy.

"Have you finished checking up on her?" Zhu Xun Chuan wiped the traces from the corner of her mouth with his fingertip.

Gu Qinghan turned her face away, frantically adjusting the disheveled straps of her floral dress. Her voice was soft, but she still tried to maintain her composure: "You're a pervert. I'll give you a demerit when we get back to school."

"Okay." Zhu Xun Chuan bent down to pick up the trench coat from the ground, dusted it off, and draped it over his arm. "Before the demerit, come with me to take care of some business."

He took Gu Qinghan's hand and opened the dressing room door. Gu Qinghan struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. She could only blush and let him lead her out of the shadows.

Ten minutes later, in the panoramic glass observation room.

Su Mucheng sat in a swivel chair, holding the script, looking somewhat absent-minded. Director Wang was checking camera positions with the assistant director beside her.

The glass door was pushed open. Zhu Xunchuan walked in, followed by a tall, aloof woman.

Upon recognizing the person, Su Mucheng immediately stood up, a hint of wariness flashing in her peach blossom eyes. She recognized him as the aloof counselor who had appeared at the welcome party and concert.

"Teacher Gu." Su Mucheng maintained the composure of a female celebrity and greeted him politely.

Gu Qinghan had already put her trench coat back on, reverting to her aloof and unapproachable demeanor. She adjusted her glasses, her gaze sweeping over Su Mucheng's exquisite makeup, and nodded slightly: "Su Mucheng, please don't be shy."

Director Wang ran over, looked at Zhu Xunchuan, then at Gu Qinghan, unsure of this man's aura.

"Director Wang, let me introduce you." Zhu Xun Chuan pulled out the swivel chair to his right and gestured for Gu Qinghan to enter. "This is Professor Gu, a university psychology expert specially hired by the production team. For the upcoming recordings, she will provide professional support to the program in terms of micro-expressions and psychological profiling."

Gu Qinghan glanced at Zhu Xunchuan but didn't expose his nonsense. She straightened her skirt and gracefully sat down in the swivel chair.

Su Mucheng sat to Zhu Xunchuan's left.

Two stunning beauties, one on the left and one on the right. One is pure and charming, the other is aloof and intellectual.