I want to have a normal campus romance

The fruity aroma of this wine masks most of the taste of alcohol, just like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. The sweetness when you take a sip is often accompanied by a certain price. If you have poor alcohol tolerance, please do not drink excessively.

Damn it! This is a trap for me!

Just as I was lamenting my bad luck, I suddenly heard a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

I couldn't help but turn my head when I heard the voice, but the scene in front of me made me stunned.

"Wait...wait a minute! Yuhan, don't take off your clothes!"

Chapter 227 Girl, You're Missing

I saw that the girl had taken off her gauze dress, but it seemed that the heat in her body had not been relieved. She even began to unbutton her shirt.

Fortunately, she was just drunk and not unconscious. She simply unbuttoned the top two buttons of her collar.

After hearing what I said, the girl was stunned. I don’t know if the blush on her face was from shyness or the flush from being drunk. Her watery eyes were wide open. In those confused eyes, I even saw my own dazed expression.

Looking down, the dark green gauze dress was placed on the back of a chair beside her, making the neat shirt look a little disheveled. A small piece of skin on the chest was exposed to the air, and the fair skin looked crystal clear under the sunlight outside.

Although this girl drank a little too much and her thinking was a little slow, she realized that my gaze was moving slightly downwards. I raised my head hastily, but unfortunately our eyes met.

At this moment, there was shame and confusion in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

We just stared at each other, but in the end, I gave in first because of my guilty conscience. I looked away, coughed twice, and slowly stood up, preparing to get this girl something to sober her up.

Of course...it was more to calm the restlessness and anxiety in my heart. After all, no matter how much I restrained myself, the person sitting next to me was still a girl.

However, just after I took a step, I suddenly felt as if my clothes were being pulled by something. In an instant, my mood, which had originally calmed down, became agitated again as if a dead spirit had been rekindled.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

After hearing the girl's delicate voice, I took a deep breath, made myself a little more rational and sober, then turned around and said to her slowly:

"I'll get you something to sober you up."

When she heard what I said, she was stunned. After a while, she seemed to react belatedly. She stretched out her other hand and slowly placed it on her slightly hot face.

"Am I...am I drunk?"

"Ah."

Actually, I wanted to say something more, but when the words really came to my lips, I found that I couldn't say them anymore.

I even felt a little dizzy. Every time I put some energy into thinking, I felt my sanity slowly collapsing.

Looking at this girl who was drunk but defenseless, with her disheveled clothes and fair skin exposed in front of me, and feeling the subtle atmosphere of being the only two of us in the suite... without having to worry about being disturbed by anyone.

These messages, like the devil's whispers, constantly plucking the string of reason in my brain.

I wanted to imitate those scenes in novels where people bite their tongue to force themselves to wake up, but when I thought about that damn ulcer, I finally didn't make up my mind to bite my tongue.

Instead, I pinched my thigh hard, and a sour, stinging pain rushed into my mind like an electric current. All thoughts in my mind were temporarily obscured by the intense pain.

I reached out my hand and placed it on the girl's wrist, just about to ask her to let go, but unexpectedly... the girl stretched out her other hand and grabbed my wrist tightly.

"I don't want anything to sober me up, Teacher...can you please not leave?"

"this......"

After hearing what this girl said, I wanted to refuse...but emotionally I couldn't make the right decision, especially after hearing this girl's pleading tone, I couldn't bear to just get up and leave.

It was obvious that at this moment, the most correct choice for me to get up and leave. Although escaping was shameful, it was useful because no one could guarantee that nothing would happen in this situation, because the only person I could guarantee was myself.

What's more, last time at Jinhai Hotel, Uncle Chen had already reminded me not to let this girl drink. As a result, this girl became drunk like this. To avoid suspicion, I should have gotten up and left, and let a waitress come to take care of this girl.

Otherwise, even if nothing happened, after Mo Fushan knew about this matter, he would inevitably have some opinions about me, or even doubt me.

Thinking of this, I let out a long breath, finally let go of my hand, and sat back in my seat.

"Okay...but if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

I secretly sighed in my heart that I was not that smart. The correct answer was right in front of me, but I still took the risk and chose the option that least seemed like the correct answer.

If he were a man who could accomplish great things, he would have already escaped by now and thrown away all the responsibilities, instead of doing what I did, like a moth to a flame, actively seeking trouble.

But no matter what, I couldn't simply reject this almost pleading voice.

“The teacher is the best.”

Just as I sat back in my seat, she suddenly threw herself into my arms. I was so scared that I quickly reached out to catch her to prevent her from falling accidentally.

This girl... Well, I guess when she sobers up and thinks back on what happened now, she will be extremely shy. But despite this, I don't think she will deny anything.

After all, although this girl looks a little arrogant and has a bad temper, she is very frank in most cases. For example, she says that making tea is troublesome, but she will make a cup of tea for me every time before class.

What's more, she is very kind. Although she looks cold, she won't say hurtful words to those close to her. I even bet...

Even if I asked her in person if she cared about me, this girl would turn her head away awkwardly or even ignore me deliberately, but she would still nod slightly to me.

Because she never uses her little arrogance and temper to hurt people around her.

At this moment, the girl suddenly rubbed her little head against my arm. My arm could clearly feel the heat from her face, and even through the clothes, I could feel the slightly warm body temperature.

"Mmm... so comfortable."

It seemed that the heat in her body was relieved a little, and the girl couldn't help but let out a silent whimper of pleasure from her heart.

But this sound made my blood boil and my saliva kept swirling in my throat. Coupled with the faint fruity fragrance coming from this girl, I felt a little dazed.

"Um, Yuhan... um... girl, can you..."

I thought she would understand what I meant and get up from me. She did understand what I was thinking, but she didn't get up from me. Instead, she shook her head and said to me:

"No."

I was stunned to hear the girl refuse so bluntly.

I wanted to appeal to her emotions and reason with her, telling her that even in novels, descriptions above holding hands would be censored, but I soon remembered that times seemed to have changed.

If I really tested the edge with her, I guess this girl and I would have a baby by now.

"Ahem, girl...get up first and button your clothes. You're exposing yourself."

But just as I finished speaking and hadn't breathed a sigh of relief, the girl's next words almost made me fall off my chair.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I let you see everything in the villa before, so it doesn't matter this time!"

Chapter 228: Voice and Confession (Part )

After hearing what this girl said, I almost dropped my jaw in shock. Even though her face was flushed, her words were sonorous and powerful, and she showed no intention of climbing up from me.

And I didn't expect that this girl actually still remembered what happened at that time. To be honest...it has not been mentioned for so long that I thought she had forgotten it long ago.

But when she mentioned this, I immediately recalled all the things that happened at that time, the black silk dress, the extremely soft body, and the snow-white...

Thinking of this, I just felt my nose a little itchy, and even had the illusion of a nosebleed, but fortunately my physical condition is still pretty good, so I didn’t really have a nosebleed.

Otherwise...the picture would be too weird.

"Ahem, is it really okay for me to take advantage of you like this?"

As I said this, I raised my head slightly to avoid letting my gaze linger on this girl. But when she heard what I said, she hugged me in a daze and then rubbed her little head against my chest.

The long black ribbon-like hair made me feel a little itchy, and I couldn't help but look down slightly. I saw that this girl no longer looked like a little lion as she did outside just now, but now looked like a cute little kitten.

"That's all right."

As she spoke, she slowly hugged me tightly, as if she was worried that I would leave her, or just like when a person is confused, they will subconsciously hug something or someone who can give them a sense of security.

"Because... he's a teacher."

After hearing her words, I suddenly felt dry in the mouth, as if all the strength had been drained from my body. My hands on the girl's shoulders were unable to push her away.

Of course, I also know that it’s not so much that I have no way, but rather that I don’t want to.

I always feel that there is something wrong with such conversations. We are obviously just a teacher and a student, but the words we say are so subtle, especially when accompanied by the long saxophone vocals, which make the air filled with a charming flavor.

I always feel that if I don't leave at this moment...things will move in an irreversible direction. The already delicate relationship between me and this girl is like a piece of window paper.

No one knows what will happen once this window paper is broken. When people get used to a sweet and beautiful life, it is difficult for them to make any changes, or even not want to make any changes.

But when I really wanted to leave, I felt that it was too despicable and that just walking away would not solve any problems.

I had already escaped once during the cultural and artistic performance that year. Do I have to escape again this time?

Thinking of this, the leg that had just been raised slowly fell back to the floor.

"Just because it's me, does it mean it doesn't matter?"

"Um......"

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was about to fall asleep, and she lay on my chest and murmured:

“Because the teacher is different from everyone else, different from everyone I have ever met.”

"Maybe it's because of my father. There are very few people around me who can talk to me. The people around me are always full of calculations and plots. I am like a bargaining chip, always put on the so-called negotiation table."

Her voice gradually became long and ethereal, as if she was deeply immersed in memories.

"Even those who are close to me treat me well not because of me, but because I am 'Mofushan's daughter'. If one day I am no longer 'Mofushan's daughter', I am afraid no one will care about me at all."

"But the teacher is different...Teacher, you didn't care about my identity. When we first met, you pointed out my problems directly and didn't show any mercy to me. You were also very serious when teaching. At that moment, I felt that I was really an ordinary student, not someone's daughter or the eldest daughter of some family."

"..."

"I used to think that you were a very strict person, but that didn't matter... because at least during class, I didn't have to worry about my identity, I just had to be a student. But in fact, the teacher is not as strict as he seems, but a very gentle and humorous person. He even gets flustered occasionally, and is happy when I am happy and sad when I am sad."

"This is the first time I feel cared for. I don't know what this feeling is, but every time I'm with my teacher I feel very happy. So when my father said he wanted to fire the teacher, I didn't know why... I really felt a little sad. I even felt that it would be better if all this hadn't happened, so that I could still get used to my normal life."

After hearing what she said, I wanted to comfort her, but when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them for a long time, because those words couldn't even convince myself, so how could I convince this girl?

After experiencing a life as sweet as this, even a life as dull as water would be hard to accept, right?

I just feel that it is all very ironic. When I want to comfort others, I find myself troubled by the same problem.

"I suddenly felt a little confused. Even though I hadn't known the teacher for a long time, every time I sat at my desk, the teacher's voice always lingered in my mind. I also knew that if I didn't say some things... I would never have the chance to say them again."

"But what I didn't expect was that when you were confronting my father, you had no intention of leaving. Instead, you stood firmly on my side. To be honest, I really thought you were very handsome at that time."

At this moment, I only felt that her body temperature was rising. Even though she was a little dazed, she showed no sign of stopping.

But these are not important. What is important is...this is the first time I faced this girl's inner world and listened to her true feelings.

At this moment, even the dumbest person would know what would happen if he continued to stay here, and I also know that I have no choice now.

Or rather...from the moment I chose to sit here, I had already anticipated the possibility of this moment.

Although all the relationships I've had ended in failure, it doesn't mean that I'm an emotional idiot. In fact...when the girl around you has feelings for you, you can feel it more or less.

Seeing this, I sighed, thinking that God had arranged everything, so why should I insist on doing it myself? So I didn't hesitate any more, and my hand slid down slightly to rest on her waist, and at this moment she buried her whole body in my arms.

I used to think that everything at this moment would only appear in fantasy and dreams, but when it all happened, I didn't feel horrified or surprised.

It’s like even though I say I don’t believe it, I’ve already accepted it in my heart.

Chapter 229: Voice and Confession (Part )

I don’t know how much time has passed at this moment, because my mind is occupied by messy and complicated thoughts. Maybe it was a moment, or maybe it was just a flash, but at this moment I couldn’t move. To be exact, I couldn’t bear to push her away from me at this moment.

She rubbed my chest, and then lay in my arms as if she wanted to change to a more comfortable position, murmuring words, and her warm breath sprayed on my body.

"When I knew the teacher didn't have to leave, I was really... really happy. But... when I saw the teacher with other girls, I was scared... I was scared that the teacher would not want me one day, that the teacher would just leave me, and that I would go back to living alone."

"I hope the teacher can always be by my side. I don't know why I have such a thought, but every time I am with the teacher, I feel inexplicably happy. So... I selfishly told the teacher that wish of 'don't suddenly leave me alone'."

After I heard her words, I suddenly felt a mixture of emotions in my heart, and my thoughts kept wavering between emotion and rationality. However, it was not because I was unable to make a decision, but because I wanted to find a balance between the two.

Looking at Mo Yuhan who was lying on my chest at this moment, with her disheveled shirt, eyes like the starry sky, and slightly messy hair, she looked a little more charming and stunning, which constantly aroused my nerves and disrupted my thoughts.

Her soft and warm body made my heart beat faster, and she instinctively reached out and put her arms around my neck, causing my breathing, which had been relatively steady, to become a little rapid.

"Teacher...you won't blame me, right?"

"how come......"

At this moment, I didn't know what expression to use to face this girl. I looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes and couldn't help swallowing to moisten my already dry throat. She looked at me with a little confusion and uneasiness, like a lost lamb.

When she heard what I said, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing the brightest smile I have ever seen. It was a smile that came from the heart, without any concealment or disguise.