Zhang Jingxu kissed her gently, with caution and restraint, lightly rubbing her lips. But this restraint lasted only a few seconds. The moment Yu Wanwan's body trembled slightly, the man seemed unable to control his instincts. The hand holding her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her into his arms, and he deepened the kiss.
Yu Wanwan's body stiffened suddenly. Her hands rested awkwardly on his shoulders, and her eyes widened instantly.
Zhang Jingxu also kept his eyes open. As their eyes met, it was like lightning striking fire—an unknown emotion began to spread around them.
Yu Wanwan suddenly became like the corpse that Zhang Jingxu had been earlier—dead but not stiff—so shocked that she forgot to respond to his kiss.
She even felt that if her throat were a little wider, her pounding heart might jump straight out of her mouth.
Zhang Jingxu looked at her for a few seconds, then closed his eyes. His breath gradually became hot and erratic, like a long-distance couple reuniting after a long time, continuously relieving their longing through this kiss.
All the theories about "don't stick out your tongue" and "don't flick your tongue" were thrown out the window. Now, self-taught, he gently pried open her teeth with his tongue, driven by the most primitive love and desire. The moment their tongues touched, he seemed to feel an unprecedented softness.
Yu Wanwan's mind went blank. A whimper escaped her mouth, and one hand suddenly gripped the thin blanket on the sofa.
The whole world seemed to consist only of his burning body temperature, his chaotic heartbeat, and this kiss—slightly tinged with alcohol but incredibly real.
His actions had clearly crossed the line, but Yu Wanwan was powerless to push him away. She even forgot how to breathe for a moment, feeling a huge, knee-weakening electric current climbing up her spine, shattering all her remaining rationality.
Until both were out of breath, Zhang Jingxu finally released her with great reluctance.
He looked at her with burning eyes, swallowing hard. In his usually clear eyes, an undissolvable desire surged.
He looked at Yu Wanwan's hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. His voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a hint of a mischievous, apologetic smile: "Sorry, Teacher Yu. I think I accidentally stuck out my tongue just now."
His voice was like flirtation, with a hint of triumphant laughter: "But it was an uncontrollable, subconscious move. It should be okay, right?"
They had already kissed; what else could be done?
Yu Wanwan raised her hand to touch her own lips. She didn't answer him, just blinked at him.
The next second, she stood up and prepared to go upstairs.
Zhang Jingxu suddenly grabbed her hand, his tone somewhat serious: "Teacher Yu, that just now was my first kiss."
Yu Wanwan's mind seemed still in a daze. Hearing this, she mechanically replied, "Then you're at a loss. Mine wasn't."
With that, she quickly left the sofa area and hurried upstairs.
"Teacher Yu." Zhang Jingxu called out from the sofa.
Yu Wanwan ignored him, only quickening her pace.
Undeterred, Zhang Jingxu called again: "Wanwan."
Yu Wanwan still didn't respond, and started running up the stairs.
Until he heard the "bang" of a door closing on the second floor, Zhang Jingxu's tipsiness and confusion instantly vanished. He raised his hand, gently tracing his own lower lip with his fingertip, as if the warmth and sensation of Yu Wanwan still lingered there.
So just now... had he scared her?
Back in her room, Yu Wanwan slowly slid down the door to sit on the floor, her legs weak. Her heart still pounded nonstop.
At this moment, only one thought filled her mind: It's over. The friendship is no longer pure, the teacher-student relationship is no longer pure, nothing is pure anymore. I'm doomed.
How was she supposed to define their relationship now?!
After a long time, her heart still hadn't calmed down. Yu Wanwan simply threw herself onto the soft bed.
Damn it. Kissing him felt like she was about to have a heart attack.
Because of this kiss, Yu Wanwan suffered from insomnia for the first time.
She tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but was still wide awake, not sleepy at all.
Suddenly feeling thirsty, Yu Wanwan got up to go downstairs for some water.
She tiptoed downstairs and suddenly noticed that Zhang Jingxu hadn't gone upstairs. He had just fallen asleep on the sofa.
Yu Wanwan looked at him, feeling only confusion in her heart.
So was he really drunk?
She suddenly couldn't tell anymore.
Afraid he might catch a cold, Yu Wanwan went upstairs to get a blanket and gently covered him.
She crouched beside him, watching him with incredible tenderness for a long time, then took a bottle of water and went upstairs.
Early in the morning, before the cicadas outside had begun to sing loudly, Yu Wanwan was already awake.
This was the first time she had woken up so early. She had even forgotten what time she fell asleep last night.
After washing up in the bathroom, she went downstairs. The housekeeper hadn't arrived yet, and the man on the sofa showed no signs of waking.
The huge villa seemed to have only her as a living person.
Fortunately, the housekeeper arrived in a few minutes. Seeing Yu Wanwan doing stretching exercises in the yard, she was surprised: "Madam, you're up so early today... Is something the matter?"
"Nothing," Yu Wanwan turned around. "I just couldn't sleep, so I woke up early."
"Then... what would you like for breakfast?"
"Fried dough sticks or..." Yu Wanwan started, then glanced at the man on the sofa and quickly changed her mind. "Forget it, let's make some porridge."
"Okay, some porridge, and I'll fry some dough sticks for you," the housekeeper said, then walked into the living room. Suddenly seeing the master of the house asleep on the sofa, a flash of surprise crossed her face. "Eh, why is the boss sleeping in the living room?"
Today was really strange. The one who usually slept in had woken up early, while the one who usually got up early was still asleep on the sofa.