Falling in Love with the Stuffy Professor Over Time

Flirtatious long-haired beauty bottom × uptight, celibate professor top

Min Qiu, thirty years old, is a university professor by day and a small restaurant owner on the side. He's a notorious old-fashioned stickler, always calm as still water and never swayed by beauty.

One day after work, the old stickler found a “doll” on the side of the road and ended up raising the child.

When the little one was six, they came home and said their teacher would be visiting the next day.

Min Qiu took a day off specifically to be home and welcome the teacher.

The teacher was a man in his twenties, fair-skinned and beautiful, with long hair. Min Qiu was instantly dumbstruck.

He wiped the sweat from his palm on his clothes. “Hello, I'm the child's dad.”

The “teacher” took Min Qiu's hand and smiled warmly. “Hello, I'm the child's mom.”

Min Qiu: “Nice to meet you, Mom. Wait...”

Something wasn't right!

Professor Min was stiff and celibate, tall, long-legged, and handsome. He was exactly Lu Jian'an's favorite type: ruggedly handsome.

But Professor Min was kind and generous, and Lu Jian'an couldn't bear to let people criticize him.

He held himself back, teasing him only every now and then. He loved watching the professor blush when he teased him.

Later, Lu Jian'an realized he'd fallen too deeply and decided to leave with the child.

The usually uptight professor tried to stop him. “Can't you stay?”

Lu Jian'an said, “Professor, you've helped raise my child for three years, and you've taken care of me, feeding me well every day, for half a year. I like you, but if I don't leave now and do something that makes people criticize you, that'll be my fault.”

The usually uptight professor actually carried him home in front of everyone.

That night was New Year's Eve, with wind and snow raging outside.

Flickering candlelight and a bed creaking through most of the night welcomed the new year.

The professor had no experience, and left him with such a sore back the next day that he couldn't get out of bed.

He knew he'd put the professor in a difficult position. “Professor, you're not used to this, are you? You still have one chance to change your mind.”

The professor set down the congee, his ears red, and leaned in to kiss him. “I don't really know how this works, but I'll learn. Don't think I'm hopeless.”

Coming soon: There's a Dragon Among the Pretty Boys

“An art school, a pitiful nobody,” Qiao Wen said with a soft laugh. “This setup really isn't in my favor.”

The System looked at the frail young man, feeling deeply apologetic.

That is, until the seemingly harmless underdog kicked a burly man flying, his eyes reddening at the corners, then used textbook acting to make several of the original novel's male leads jealous and fight over him.

The System: “666.”

Qiao Wen was a “veteran” employee at the transmigration-into-a-book bureau. Three years on the job had given him more than a dozen skills and a fortune worth tens of billions.

But no one knew he had one fatal flaw.

He could smell human blood. Some smelled sour, some bitter, some foul. The horrible stench gave him splitting headaches.

He had to complete missions to earn slow-release medication that would greatly reduce his sensitivity to smell and free him from the problem.

Recently, though, for the first time, he smelled sweetness coming from his handsome White roommate next door.

When Vic learned that his “little brother” had secretly rented out his house to his “boyfriend,” he came over to kick him out.

At first, he thought the guy was just a pretty fool who'd been tricked into falling for his “little brother” and was still hopelessly devoted to him.

Later, he watched the pretty boy wrap his “little brother” around his finger, putting on an act right in front of him.

He couldn't help curving his lips. Interesting.

Little scenes:

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In the rental apartment, Qiao Wen cursed at the “little brother” outside the door, who was begging for forgiveness. “Get lost! You stink, you cheating scumbag.”

Vic looked like he couldn't understand a word.

Qiao Wen put on a wounded expression, eyes brimming with tears and his voice trembling. “It's cold outside. Let him go home for now. I just need some time alone.”

Vic played along and opened the door to send the man away, but Qiao Wen heard the scumbag call Vic “big brother.” “?”

Was Vic actually the true heir to that legendary top-tier wealthy family?

No one said there was a Dragon Among the Pretty Boys in this art-school novel!

Later, when Qiao Wen tried to run and got caught, Vic asked, “Where are you going?”

Qiao Wen muttered in Chinese, which Vic supposedly couldn't understand, “Where do you think? I'm running away. I'll go to the place you hate most, Kendie County.”

As usual, Vic scooped him up in one arm, buried his face against Qiao Wen's neck, exposing it, and spoke in fluent Chinese. “Didn't you say my blood smells good? I'll let you drink my blood. Don't run away, okay?”

Qiao Wen: “?”

Drink blood? What do you take me for?

Wait, when did he learn Chinese?

Coming soon: Wild Ways Are Hard to Change

Rekindled romance / younger loyal puppy

On Song Chaoyi's first day taking over his family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, two challengers showed up.

One was a rival who deliberately sent him a critically ill patient.

The other was Su Group's second young master, a popular celebrity, and his ex-boyfriend, Su Yuye.

After their long-awaited reunion, Su Yuye watched with great enjoyment as Song Chaoyi was given a hard time.

The rival looked at the critically ill patient. “What will you do if you can't treat him?”

Song Chaoyi felt the man's pulse, glanced at his ex, and said out of habit, “I'll pay with his life.”

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what kind of grudge the two had between them.

Only Su Yuye narrowed his cold eyes, betraying not a hint of emotion.

Song Chaoyi suddenly remembered that they'd broken up.

So he smiled and corrected himself. “I misspoke. I'll pay with my own life.”

Su Yuye, who'd shown no reaction before, said coldly, “Let's see who dares!”

*

On a variety show, Su Yuye took first place and went to Song Chaoyi to claim his reward. “Anything I want?”

Song Chaoyi nodded.

Su Yuye leaned close to his ear, secretly biting it where the cameras couldn't see. His hot breath carried a restless, uneasy desire. “Can I have you?”

Early the next morning, Dr. Song added a warning while giving health advice. “Avoid strenuous exercise.”

Su Yuye smiled, then held him in his arms that night and wore him out. “This doesn't count as strenuous exercise, does it?”

Dr. Song let out a soft, scolding sound as Su Yuye squeezed him. “You bastard.”

*

Everyone thought wild and untamable celebrity Su Yuye was only playing around with Song Chaoyi.

They never expected Su Yuye to lower his price to endorse Song Chaoyi's clinic, get involved in charity work for him, or bring him along on variety shows.

He would lie awake, restless and unable to sit still, just because Song Chaoyi gave a quiet cough.

Even fewer people knew how many temples Su Yuye, who feared neither heaven nor earth, had visited, or how many gods he'd prayed to, all to beg for Song Chaoyi to live a long life.

A kindhearted heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners × a wild, hard-to-tame young master, a little calculating but not much, and a loyal puppy

Theme: Face life with determination