"Do you understand?"

After explaining one solution, Yu Shengnan turned his head, his warm breath brushing against the boy's ear, and asked her in a low voice.

Aoko's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously shook her head: "...I don't quite understand...why is this auxiliary line drawn here?"

She pointed randomly to a step, not really knowing what she was asking; she was just making conversation to stall for time.

She was completely dizzy at that moment, perfectly mimicking the state of being sleepy and daydreaming in class—

The teacher was talking on the podium until her throat was dry, while she sat upright with focused eyes, seemingly listening very attentively. However, after listening for a long time, she didn't absorb anything useful; her mind was just wandering.

"Here..."

Yuzuru smiled, not pointing it out, but instead moving closer to her where she pointed, taking her hand and guiding her to draw lines on the paper together, "Feel this angle and direction... Doesn't it suddenly become clear?"

His hand completely enveloped her small hand, guiding her movements.

Aoko felt the hand he was holding burning hot, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to rebel. She couldn't feel any angle or direction anymore; she could only feel the lines on his palm and the reassuring strength within him.

"Do you understand now?"

He asked again in a low voice.

Aoko nodded dazedly, then shook her head quickly as if afraid he would stop teaching, looking at him with teary eyes.

"I think... I understand a little... but not completely... this part... is still a bit blurry..."

She found herself somewhat addicted to, and even enjoying, the feeling of being taught personally and "hands-on" by Mr. Yuzuru... even... secretly hoping that he would teach her more deeply, more rigorously...

"It seems... the teacher's teaching methods are still too conservative and traditional..." Yuzuru chuckled softly. "For a studious student like Aoko, perhaps some... more intuitive, more memorable, and more sensory-stimulating methods might be needed to help her understand..."

His other hand had somehow wrapped around her waist.

Aoko let out a soft sob, and the pen in her hand fell onto the table again.

"Teacher..."

"Hmm? What don't you understand? Show me."

Yuzuru readily agreed, playing the role of a patient mentor, but his kiss landed on the sensitive skin of her neck. "Is it here...don't understand?"

"Ah..." Qingzi gasped softly, her body going completely limp in his arms, her eyes glazed over, her breathing rapid.

"Is this part... the one that needs more detailed explanation?"

His kisses gradually moved downwards, landing on her delicate collarbone, leaving a faint, moist, and warm sensation.

The books and exam papers had already been mercilessly swept to the corner of the table, and some had even fallen to the ground.

The so-called "mathematics teaching" has long since taken on an unspeakable flavor, racing towards the plot of some late-night pay-TV channel.

“…No…” Qingzi protested weakly, her small hands pushing against his chest feebly, but it seemed more like a reluctant acceptance.

"Don't what?" Yuzuru Nan looked up. "Didn't Aoko say she didn't understand? The teacher is... teaching according to her aptitude..."

He lowered his head and accurately captured her slightly parted, cherry-blossom-like lips, which were soft and delicate, as if she were surprised.

"Hmm..."

All words melted into this deepening kiss.

Teacher Nan's tie had been loosened at some point.

One of the girl's pajamas buttons was undone by her nimble fingers, revealing her delicate collarbone and an alluring curve.

The moonlight outside the window quietly peeked into the enchanting scenery inside.

A desk, suggestive breathing, disheveled clothes, the contrast between teacher and student roles...

Everything in the film perfectly replicates the beginning of the plot of certain classic educational films.

Tonight's "extracurricular tutoring" has clearly only just begun.

And, no one disturbs you.

It seems that tonight, Aoko is destined to learn a lot of memorable knowledge that she can't learn in the classroom.

...

early morning.

Sunlight streamed gently through the gaps in the pink curtains, illuminating the messy bed.

Aoko's long eyelashes trembled a few times before she slowly opened them.

Her eyes were initially filled with the confusion and emptiness of someone just waking up, as she stared blankly at the familiar chandelier on the ceiling, decorated with little stars.

A few seconds later, the girl's eyes gradually focused as she recalled the events of the previous night. Her fair face slowly flushed with a beautiful blush, which spread all the way to her ears.

Memories of last night flooded back.

The "strict" teaching at the desk, the embarrassing "punishments" on the sofa, and later... even more in-depth "explanation of knowledge points" and "practical operation" in bed...

Every image was so clear that it made her toes curl up.

She and Yuzuru Hanyu... are really together.

In the most intimate way.

That feeling was so wonderful and comfortable, a hundred times, a thousand times better than what she secretly fantasized about when she was daydreaming in class!

It felt like flying to the clouds!

The girl buried her burning cheeks in the pillow that still held someone's scent, letting out a soft moan that was a mixture of shyness and extreme pleasure. Her body rolled around on the bed like a happy kitten, and she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

As she rolled around, she belatedly realized that the person next to her was empty.

well?

Where is Yuzuru Hanyu?

Just as she was trying to sit up, feeling a little flustered and weak, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Yu Sheng Nan walked in carrying a white porcelain bowl. Steam rose from the bowl, emitting an indescribable, enticing aroma of rice that was fresh, sweet, and invigorating.

He was wearing simple home clothes, his hair was still slightly damp, obviously he had just washed up, and he looked fresh and gentle, with a smile on his lips.

"You're awake? Perfect timing, the porridge is ready, have some while it's hot."

He walked to the bedside and sat down, placed the bowl on the bedside table, and naturally reached out to tidy Qingzi's messy hair.

Looking at the scene before her, at the boy who had "bullied" her all night but was now being incredibly gentle and considerate, Aoko felt her heart filled with sweetness, a sweet, overflowing feeling.

No matter what kind of girl she is, she would probably fall completely in love with a man who is incredibly handsome, sometimes domineering and sometimes gentle, and also... has amazing skills.

She nodded obediently, reaching out to take the bowl.

"Don't move, I'll do it."

Yu Sheng Nan avoided her hand, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and carefully brought it to her lips. "Aunt Bizi entrusted you to my care, so of course I have to take full responsibility and take good care of you in every way."

Yes, they provide comprehensive and meticulous care, including feeding.

As for why it wasn't the more nourishing chicken soup... Yuzuru felt that the traditional soups that require slow simmering and a lot of time and effort should be left for Aoko's next visit to the villa, to be prepared by the professional and virtuous maid Akemi to showcase her skills.

The chicken soup he once cooked for Mingmei has long been perfectly replicated and popularized by the skillful little maid.

It is truly a unique villa.