Everyone in A's knows that visiting professor Ji Yanche is a flower on a high mountain that can only be seen from a distance, ascetic, cold, and unkind.
And I was the unlucky guy who didn't know how to live or die, and was called on by him to answer questions every day in class.
So on the campus forum, there were tens of thousands of posts about "Did Shu Wan from the Fine Arts Department offend Ji Shen?"
I looked at the post and sighed silently.
Until last week, my best friend came to the studio to find me and pushed the door in without knocking.
Then, she saw an unforgettable scene in her life——
Professor Ji, the legendary cold-hearted professor, was hugging me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling me like a big cat, his tone full of grievance:
"Wanwan, I painted for an extra ten minutes today, but the kiss I promised is gone."
"My hands are sore, please rub them for me."
"I don't care, I have to stick it on tonight."
