Lu Mian was very close to him, close enough to feel his scorching breath and the gradually rising body temperature.
The girl gently pushed the man away.
Becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"I've already finished teaching my class," Lu Mian pursed her lips and coughed, "This time it's not a biology lesson."
Damn biology class...
Why don't you say it's a physiology class!
Xiao Qimo wasn't sure if he was annoyed by her or amused by her. The only things evident in his eyes other than helplessness were boundless tolerance and adoration.
"No rush," he ground his teeth, his voice deep, "We'll do that on the day we get married."
Lu Mian tilted her head, a question mark popping up.
"That's right, you probably don't remember the part about marrying me," the man said with a resigned smile.
He was feeling somewhat down, thinking she truly had two sets of souls—some memories only belonged to Professor Lu, some only to Lu Mian.
His head was aching; he should consider this a win, right?
