"That proves you accept it, right?"

Zhou Yang was so stumped by the question that she didn't know how to answer it.

Reason told her that she should repay him, then give him a good scolding, and then keep her distance, remaining purely partners.

But feeling his strong and powerful embrace, and that alluring aura that had once made her fall in love, she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word of refusal.

At this moment, she hadn't been drinking, nor had she turned off the lights; her mind was clear.

The figure of the red-rumped monkey eventually overlapped completely with Chu Yang's.

Ultimately, they faced reality and even wanted to accept it.

"Keep that silver ring and don't return it, okay?" Chu Yang's voice rang softly in her ear.

Zhou Yang didn't say anything, but she didn't break free either, letting him hold her like that.

After a while.

"The milk tea is ready, take it to Xiaoli."

"She hasn't finished class yet, no rush."

"..."

Chu Yang turned her body around to face him and gently stroked her face.

“I told you, if you don’t accept it, I’ll keep bothering you.”

Zhou Yang tried to lower her head to avoid his gaze, but his hand stopped her.

"What you're doing is immoral..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed with a kiss.

As the kiss deepened, her body trembled, and involuntarily, she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him tightly as if she wanted to melt into his embrace.

"Are you coming over tonight?" Zhou Yang asked softly.

"No, I promised Shuer I'd stay with her tonight."

"...Get out!"

"Okay."

Watching that guy carrying the milk tea and strutting out, Zhou Yang couldn't help but chuckle. Then she realized she shouldn't laugh, gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the smile, but couldn't quite stop it.

So this is truly a tragedy...

A dozen minutes later.

Chu Yang first went to his dormitory to get his camera, and then went to the teaching building where Xiao Lizi had her classes.

A short while later, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The scene after art class is truly a feast for the eyes, with most of the girls being beautiful, youthful, and radiant.

However, Xiao Lizi stood out in the crowd, and Chu Yang spotted her at a glance.

With a wave of her hand, Little Pear smiled and jogged over with cheerful steps.

"Are all three cups of milk tea for me?" she asked happily.

Chu Yang patted her head: "You can only drink one cup."

Little Pear's smile faded slightly: "What about the other two cups?"

"One cup is mine, and the other is for Teacher Su," Chu Yang said with a smile.

"For Teacher Su?" Little Pear blinked.

"Yes, Teacher Su asked me to take a picture for her." Chu Yang picked up the camera around his neck and snapped a close-up of her face.

"Okay, then we can't go on the date." Little Pear was a little disappointed.

"I'll contact you when I'm done with my work," Chu Yang said.

After saying goodbye to Xiaolizi, he carried the milk tea and went to the place where he had arranged to meet Teacher Su Yan.

Not long after, he suddenly heard a roaring sound, and then a cool motorcycle braked sharply and stopped in front of him.

On the motorcycle, Su Yan, dressed in a leather jacket and pants, took off her helmet, tossed her long hair, and smiled, revealing her teeth: "Get on!"

Chu Yang was taken aback, feeling a little uncomfortable with Su Yan's style.

And the figure that this tight leather outfit makes is just too amazing!

I'd feel so awkward if I were behind her...

But his body language betrayed him. He took the helmet from Su Yan, sat down, and then put one arm around her waist.

"Teacher, please drive slowly. It's my first time riding a motorcycle, and I'm a little scared."

Teacher Su Yan, wearing a helmet, tilted her head back slightly.

"Sit a little further back, you don't need to sit so close."

"oh oh."

"Hold on tight."

"Okay."

boom--

With a roar, the motorcycle shot off.

Of course, they used the school's dedicated road.

This was the first time Chu Yang had ever heard of this road, which led directly to the outside of the school.

Then a thought struck him: if he couldn't buy an electric scooter, buying a motorcycle might be an option.

Teacher Su Yan is clearly a motorcycle enthusiast; the motorcycle she's riding must cost at least tens of thousands of yuan.

It's impossible for a teacher to earn enough to afford a motorcycle; it just means their family can afford it.

Another young heiress.

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle entered a villa area and stopped in front of a villa.

Chu Yang took off his helmet and asked curiously, "Teacher Su, is this your home?"

Su Yan parked her car, hung her helmet on the front, and tidied her hair: "Yes, I usually live here alone."

Sure enough, she really is a rich woman.

"Come in, the photo area is upstairs," Su Yan greeted.

Chu Yang followed her inside and they went to a room on the second floor.

The room was large, with a big bed covered with white sheets, a large green sofa, and white lace curtains hanging on the windows.

On the table are various artificial flowers, as well as small props such as fruits, cakes, and bread.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, creating a semi-transparent, hazy effect that quite created a pleasant atmosphere.

It looks like a set room specifically for taking photos.

“I usually do photo shoots for girls. This is the set that was just set up. It’s the theme I’m shooting this time. What do you think?” Su Yan asked.

Chu Yang picked up the camera and examined it through the lens, then nodded and said, "Not bad, it can capture a great atmosphere of light and shadow. Teacher, you're a professional."

Su Yan smiled slightly: "Then wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes first."

Then she grabbed a lace slip dress from the sofa and went out.

Wait, a lace camisole mini skirt?

Is the theme really that unrestrained?

Sure enough, a while later, Su Yan came over after changing her clothes.

What comes into view is someone barefoot, with her hair casually draped over her shoulders, a pretty face lightly made up, wearing a lace halter-neck mini-dress, showing off her graceful figure.

Feeling Chu Yang's scrutinizing gaze, Su Yan didn't hesitate and smiled, "Is this how I should dress?"

Chu Yang looked at it again and nodded, saying, "Let's try capturing a few shots first."

Su Yan walked to the bedside and sat down, raising one leg and putting it on the edge of the bed. She said, "I'm going to submit this set of photos to a fashion magazine for a competition. If it's selected and wins an award, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Also, you'll get paid for this photoshoot, so you'd better do your best."

Chu Yang walked up to her with his camera in hand and said in a serious tone, "I don't care about the payment; the main thing is that I enjoy taking pictures."

Su Yan tossed her hair and asked, "Then tell me, how should I shoot next to get the feeling right?"

"That's easy. The teacher just needs to follow my instructions and grasp the essence of the theme of the private photos," Chu Yang said.

Su Yan became interested: "What essence?"

Chu Yang smiled confidently: "Four words: affectionate but not lustful."