Professor Min, Get in My Bowl

When Jian Yi first met Min Yan, she thought he was a student a year ahead of her. Who would have guessed that this young man in his twenties was actually a highly respected, aloof professor?

Perhaps because secret love was so painful, Jian Yi finally worked up the courage to confess one day.

“Professor Min, may I like you?” Jian Yi lowered her head, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt.

But Min Yan only gazed quietly at the girl, who was a head shorter than him, his eyes unreadable. Then he gave a disdainful snort, gently patted her hair with a warm hand, and walked away without looking back...

Jian Yi stood there, utterly confused. “Was that a rejection?”

After graduation, the aloof professor went all out to win her back. Min Yan showed up at her doorstep with his household registration booklet and refused to leave for days.

Jian Yi leaned against the doorway. “What do you want?”

The man smiled at her, grinning from ear to ear. “Let's get married!”