Chapter 178 Teacher Yan has completely forgotten his roots!

Yan Tingnan lowered his voice, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

He needs more.

The feeling of powerlessness caused by being controlled by the plot needs to be truly comforted and given a sense of belonging by her.

He tightened his arms and his voice became low and hoarse.

"Ruanruan, I feel unwell."

As he spoke, he picked her up and carried her to the outdoor bathtub on the suite's terrace, which was filled with hot spring water.

"Ruanruan, do you remember this outdoor bathtub?"

Su Ruan looked at the steaming outdoor bathtub, and her heart skipped a beat.

As her memories returned, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Of course I remember."

She poked his firm chest, her eyes narrowing with a defiant glint.

"The first lesson Teacher Yan taught me here was to call a halt halfway through."

"At that time, Teacher Yan remained calm and composed, wearing her gold-rimmed glasses properly, and even taught me not to touch other people's food."

"What, you don't mind it spoiling now?"

Yan Tingnan's eyes darkened, and the arm around her waist tightened suddenly, and the two of them sank into the warm pool water together.

Water splashes lightly.

He took off his glasses, and his usually calm eyes were now churning with hidden emotions.

"I didn't prepare enough lessons at the time and misjudged the depth of the teaching materials."

His voice was low and hoarse from the steam.

"Right now, I just want to immerse myself in teaching and dedicate myself to it."

Su Ruan was trapped between the pool wall and his chest, the warm spring water flowing over her waist, the soaked fabric clinging to her skin.

He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

No one made a phone call tonight.

He paused, then kissed her lips.

"We won't call a halt."

His hand dipped into the water, touched her back, and deftly unfastened the small clasp.

Su Ruan's breath hitched, and she pressed down on his wrist.

"Hands! Must not get wet!"

She frowned, her tone unusually serious.

Yan Tingnan paused, raised his injured left hand, and lightly rested it on the edge of the pool.

"It's alright, we'll re-bandage it later."

Su Ruan's attitude was firm.

"no."

"What if I lose my hand? Who will peel shrimp for me and dismantle crabs for me?"

Yan Tingnan's eyes suddenly darkened.

"It has many functions."

He spoke slowly, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"It's not just about peeling shrimp and dismantling crabs."

Su Ruan: "..."

"Yan Tingnan, can't you put anything else in your head?!"

"It can't fit."

Yan Tingnan chuckled softly, and his kiss landed naturally.

Su Ruan's ears turned bright red from his shameless and blunt behavior.

The spring water was warm, and the surroundings were a quiet night with distant city lights.

Reason gradually blurred in the rising steam.

She looked at his forehead, wet with water, no longer meticulous, but with a touch of wildness.

And those eyes, so focused they seemed to want to suck her in.

"Rogue..."

She muttered softly, but her resistance weakened.

Their clothes lay on the ground, and they gasped for breath.

Su Ruan tilted her head back and breathed heavily, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the bathtub until her knuckles turned white.

She was in a daze, but she still made sure to carefully avoid his bandaged left hand.

"Don't use force with your hands."

She whispered a reminder in his ear.

"Um."

He gave a vague reply.

"Then help me."

How can I help?

He whispered in her ear, his voice deep and seductive.

Su Ruan Ergen became an internet sensation.

This man!

In matters like this, his logic is always impeccable!

"You bastard."

The insults lacked any real force.

The rising steam blurred his cold, austere features.

Only one pair of eyes reflected her image.

She was all alone.

Su Ruan tilted her head back, and the scattered stars in the night sky fell into her eyes.

He looked up at her, his gaze focused.

It was as if he was admiring the most magnificent scenery that belonged only to him.

“Yan Tingnan…”

She called his name softly.

"Um."

He responded, his voice deep and hoarse.

With indulgence and encouragement.

Su Ruan quickly lost her strength and softly leaned on his shoulder.

"It won't work."

"get out of class is over."

He chuckled softly and supported her.

Yan Tingnan was determined to make up for the missed lessons, which was even more grueling than before.

After a long while, the ripples on the water gradually subsided.

Yan Tingnan wrapped her in a bath towel and carefully carried her back indoors.

The gauze in my palm was indeed soaked through, with faint traces of blood seeping through.

"See!"

Su Ruan frowned, feeling both heartache and anger.

"I told you it would get wet!"

"value."

He looked satisfied and tucked her into the soft bedding.

Pick up a clean gauze and hand it to her.

"Now, please, Ruanruan, wrap it up again."

He looked at her, a triumphant smile in his eyes.

Su Ruan glanced at him, took the gauze, knelt down beside him, and took his injured left hand.

Carefully remove the soaked old gauze to reveal the red and slightly swollen wound.

"Should."

She scolded softly, but her movements were extremely gentle as she carefully wiped the area with a new cotton swab dipped in disinfectant.

"What were you thinking when you were showing off in the bathtub just now?"

"Back then, when we were in this bathtub, I should have measured the water depth for you like this."

Su Ruan's hand trembled, and the cotton swab almost poked the wrong spot.

What a jerk!

Her ears turned bright red as she suddenly remembered how he used to wear his gold-rimmed glasses so properly, looking like a detached and otherworldly immortal.

He was a completely different person back then, spouting witty remarks effortlessly now.

"Teacher Yan has completely forgotten her roots now!"

"Back then, I wouldn't even touch it because it was dirty, but now..."

She looked up, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with cunning, and she brought up old grievances with an air of self-righteousness.

Yan Tingnan raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I was blind back then."

"Right now, I just want to taste the original flavor."

"Oh, how does it taste?"

Yan Tingnan stared at her for a moment, then a smile played on his lips.

"Addicted."

Su Ruan blushed with embarrassment at his twisted logic.

Su Ruan suddenly remembered her impulsive self from the beginning, and the man in front of her.

Fate took a turn, and this unattainable beauty she had once tried so hard to woo ultimately fell into the mortal world for her sake.

She deftly tied a knot in the gauze and gave it a gentle pat.

"Alright, that concludes the bandaging course for this semester. Professor Yan, you may..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Tingnan flipped him over and pinned him down.

He raised his hand to dim the lights, leaving only a floor lamp in the corner, casting a hazy glow.

"Finish?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet exceptionally clear in the dim light.

"You just submitted your internship report and you want to run away?"

Su Ruan nestled in the soft bedding, gazing at his silhouette against the light.

"Then how do you plan to inspect the results?"

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the side of her neck, like a large dog confirming ownership.

"Theory needs to be combined with practice and repeatedly verified."

A light rain began to fall outside the window, tapping softly on the glass and creating a hazy atmosphere in the room.

Occasionally, the headlights of cars returning home at night would sweep across the ceiling through the rain, flashing by like a shooting star briefly catching a glimpse of a secret.

...

Lin Yiyao didn't know how she managed to get through it all.

The contract was signed, and the handwriting blurred before her eyes like three overlapping images.

The clients were seen off by her assistant, satisfied. She forced a polite smile until the last person's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

As the breath she felt loosened, she slumped down, thankfully managing to grab onto the cold wall in time.

Top-heavy, the world is spinning.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the dizziness, but it only made her feel more dizzy.

"Hmm..."

"go home……"

She muttered to herself as she groped her way out, her steps unsteady as if she were walking on clouds.

My high heels twisted a little.

She frowned, then simply took off her shoes and carried them in her hand, stepping barefoot onto the cool carpet.

I staggered to the parking lot, and the night wind made the effects of the alcohol even more intense.

She leaned against the cold pillar, squinting as she fumbled for her phone to call a designated driver.

I pressed the buttons for ages, but the screen remained black.

"Huh? Why isn't it lit up..."

She patted her phone in confusion, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over, like a child who had lost her beloved toy.

"Little sister, are you all alone?"

A sleazy voice came from the side.

Two men, reeking of alcohol, swayed over, their eyes lingering on her with ill intent.

"Did you drink too much? We'll take you home."