As she waited anxiously, Jiang You Rong glanced down at her phone.
There were still over twenty minutes until midnight.
They had agreed on midnight. Wouldn't it seem too eager if she went up now?
After hesitating by the bed for a moment, she finally gritted her teeth and stood up.
Forget it!
The sooner she went, the sooner she could get it over with, rather than staying in her room and suffering mental torture.
She quietly pushed open her door and poked her head out to check both directions.
Only after confirming that no one was around did she sneak out like a thief.
She followed the stairs to the top floor.
Jiang You Rong cautiously looked around once more, gripped the doorknob, and gently pressed it down.
"Click."
As expected, it wasn't locked.
With her head lowered, she slipped into the room and swiftly shut the door behind her.
Only a few warm yellow wall lamps were lit in the spacious, luxurious top-floor living room.
Tang Song was sitting on the sofa.
Hearing the door close, he looked up at her.
Their eyes met.
His gaze visibly paused, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Her lush, mature figure, wrapped in the tight academy-style uniform, displayed a tension that made one's blood race.
Yet the female professor kept avoiding his gaze, her hands nervously pressing down her skirt.
Tang Song rose to his feet and walked toward her step by step, his gaze openly roaming over her.
Jiang You Rong felt uncomfortable under his stare, heat rushing into her cheeks. "W-What are you staring at—um—
Didn't you say you wanted me to come eat something? Where is it—"
"What's the rush?"
Tang Song chuckled, took hold of her soft wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
Caught off guard,