Write Summer to Us

On a midsummer night, with the stars and moon shining brightly, under the third campanula tree beside the campus playground, 17-year-old Xia Xingxi and Ji Chuanyang were just studying seriously at first. Mathematics is really difficult. Doing math with Ji Chuanyang staring at her is even harder. Xia Xingxi lowered her head and thought about it, but her little brain couldn't move. Ji Chuanyang, the academic god who has always been known for his coolness and aloofness, fell into her sweet dimples and seemed to be fascinated for an instant. His deep eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward with a sly smile: "A bug landed on your shoulder!" Someone was so frightened that his whole body trembled. In the panic, he instinctively approached Ji Chuanyang and raised his head for help. "Ah!!! Well..." The scream was suddenly paused. An accidental kiss messed up two hearts. A little sudden, a little throbbing, a little sweet. ... Many years later, under the same third campanula tree, Ji Chuanyang, who was 1.83 Meters tall, looked at Xia Xingxi with her head raised and said seriously: "In school, please call me Teacher Xia." The little mouth that opened and closed was a bit seductive. Ji Chuanyang couldn't resist it. His slender hands held her face domineeringly and kissed her decisively... Finally, he went too far and whispered softly into her ear: Teacher Xia is still as sweet as before~