Jealous Little Lin

Yunbai leaned against the wall. Her face was indeed flawless, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a well-defined jawline. However, at this moment, her face was unusually pale due to pain and emotional turmoil, and her forehead was soaked with cold sweat, with a few strands sticking to her temples.

He was raising his hand and slowly wiping the corner of his lips with his fingertips.

But his eyes remained fixed on Yu Fuli, unblinking, filled with a complex and startling mix of emotions: lingering passion, momentary shock at being pushed away, but mostly a sense of surprise as if he had confirmed something.

Hot.

It's real.

You can be touched, hugged, and even...

It was forcibly demanded.

No longer is it the elusive, untouchable shadow in my dreams, leaving me with only emptiness and coldness upon waking.

No longer a scar in memories, blurred by distant years, obscuring the face and warmth.

The teacher is right here right now.

Her breath was hot, warm blood flowed beneath her skin, and her lips were soft and real, bearing the marks of his own, which he had forcefully imprinted on them.

The arm that pushed him away carried an undeniable strength, and the gaze she gave him was as cold as an ice blade. Every subtle reaction was so vivid and concrete, existing within his perception.

The ghost that had long lingered only in his deepest nightmares and most delusional fantasies at night finally had a tangible form.

"Old..." he tried to speak, his voice hoarse.

"Shut up." Yu Fuli interrupted him, her voice colder and harder than he had expected, with a tremor that had not yet subsided. "Yunbai, I don't care what madness you've gone through this past month, or what kind of nonsense is going on in your head right now."

He straightened up, and despite his still pounding heart, he continued, "What happened just now can be considered an act of loss of control due to your unstable mental state, and I will not pursue it further."

He spoke each word slowly and clearly, making sure the other person could understand, "but this is the first and last time."

"Listen carefully! I am your teacher. I was, I am, and I will always be. There is only this one relationship between us." He paused, emphasizing his words, "Any words, actions, or even thoughts that go beyond this relationship are transgressions, are wrong, and are absolutely intolerable to me."

"If you still want to maintain the last shred of dignity between teacher and student, and if you still want to see me at school occasionally," Yu Fuli's voice was ruthless, each word like a knife, "then mind your own business. Stop your inexplicable behavior, fix your brain, and act like a normal person."

"Otherwise," he glanced one last time at Yunbai's trembling hand, which he had just taken back, and the pale face on her face, before turning away resolutely, "Class F doesn't need another student named Yunbai. And I absolutely have the ability to make you disappear from my sight completely."

To be honest, Yu Fuli really wanted to slap him a few times, or twist that hand back, but he was also really afraid that this person would come up and force a kiss on him again.

After saying that, he didn't linger, but strode towards the door and reached for the doorknob.

The touch of his fingertips on the cold metal calmed his burning anger and lingering fear.

"teacher!"

Yu Fuli's hand remained on the doorknob; she did not turn around.

"A month..." Yunbai's voice trailed off, thick with nasal congestion and barely suppressed pain. "I searched for you for a whole month... I couldn't find you anywhere... I thought you'd disappeared again, never to reappear..."

He seemed to be explaining, yet it also sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Yu Fuli's back stiffened for a moment.

A month? That matches the time he disappeared?

Could Yunbai's madness be related to the time she was trapped in Xiao Chi's villa and cut off from the outside world?

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

Whatever the reason, it cannot be used as an excuse for the other party to overstep boundaries.

He didn't respond, but simply opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the studio lights were still bright, students were packing up their equipment, and the occasional hushed laughter could be heard. Everything seemed normal, as if the dramatic conflict in the fitting room had never happened.

Only Yu Fuli knew that the lingering burning sensation on his lips, the insistence on his first kiss and male virtues, was reminding him that some things had changed.

And Yunbai...

He strode across the field, ignoring the curious glances from George.

That name, along with the extreme danger and unpredictability it represented, had been marked with the highest level of alert by him.

"Teacher Yu...?"

Qiao Qi was stunned as Yu Fuli walked past her with a tense expression and swift steps, without even giving her a glance. A question mark slowly appeared above her head.

What happened? I was fine just now. Why do I feel like I'm being chased by a ghost after coming out of the fitting room? My clothes also look a bit messy. Did I change too quickly?

Lin Xun, who was standing aside tidying up the clothes rack, took in every little detail the moment Yu Fuli passed by.

Those lips were overly bright red and swollen, with even some visible cracks in the skin.

There was still a faint redness at the corner of her eyes, a result of her emotions, that hadn't completely faded.

Her once neatly tied-up long hair now had a few strands sticking loosely to her sweaty neck, the top button of her military jacket was undone at some point, and the collar was slightly crooked.

Qiao Qi might not understand, but Lin Xun understood almost instantly.

Teacher Yu was kissed.

Moreover, judging from the force of the marks and the teacher's unusual expression, it was probably quite intense.

This realization was like a cold, thin needle, piercing Lin Xun's chest unexpectedly.

His fingers tightened unconsciously around the clothes hanger, his knuckles turning slightly white. His gaze followed Yu Fuli's retreating figure as she quickly disappeared through the doorway, his eyes involuntarily turning cold, something deep within them trembling slightly.

While Lin Xun was tidying up the dust covers hanging from the clothes rack, he spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Qiao Qi to hear, as if he were just mentioning it casually:

"Sister Qiaoqi, just now... I think I heard some strange noises coming from the fitting room." He looked up in the direction Yu Fuli had left, his face showing just the right amount of confusion and a hint of worry. "Did someone else go in? Teacher Yu was alone in there for quite a while, and," he paused, his voice lowering, but with a hint of suggestion, "Teacher Yu is so handsome..."

Qiao Qi was still pondering the reason why Yu Fuli left in such a hurry when she heard this, and she was suddenly stunned.

Immediately, the details she had glimpsed earlier quickly pieced together in her mind: Teacher Yu's unusual expression, her slightly disheveled clothes, and her almost fleeing gait...

A thought that instantly enraged her exploded in her mind!

Could it be...?

Is it really possible that someone took advantage of Teacher Yu while she was alone in the fitting room, lusting after her and trying to do something indecent to her?!