Seven years ago, Xia Tian lost her first kiss.
On that rainy night, in the hot arms of a strange man.
He didn't even know the other person's name. He only remembered that the person said drunkenly: "Come to me in the future."
And the man threw a cold sapphire cufflink through the pouring rain.
He remembered it for seven years and searched for it for seven years.
When they met again, the man was standing on the podium in a suit and leather shoes. He was cold, old-fashioned, and well behaved, with a layer of frost in his eyes that had not changed over time.
He called him: "Professor Gu."
Wu Ji didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes swept over him lightly, like looking at a stranger.
He doesn't remember.
Xia Tian slightly raised the ends of his eyes, and gently clenched his fingertips in the corner where no one could see him.
It doesn't matter.
He has plenty of ways to remind him.
Later, he was worried and blocked him at the corner of the corridor. His eyes were red and his voice was low and hoarse: "What do you want?"
Xia Tian stood on tiptoes, kissed his rolling Adam's apple, and announced against his skin in his usual extremely lazy but clear voice:
"Professor, I'm here to take back what I deserved seven years ago - you."
——Homosexuality is hidden, teachers and students are forbidden.
I crossed all the rules just to get to you.
The cold and old-fashioned professor × the zodiac artist who was raised by love | hidden marriage on campus | taboo × fate | intellectual redemption · HE
Concept: Love will eventually penetrate time and psychological defenses