After Elizabeth left, only a lingering, ambiguous warmth remained in the spacious living room.
A playful smile curled Jiang Che's lips as he walked over to Shen Wanzhi.
Without another word, he pulled Shen Wanzhi's voluptuous, fully matured body tightly into his arms.
As a female professor renowned in academic circles, Shen Wanzhi had always carried herself with the intellectual grace and elegance of a scholar.
But now, before Jiang Che, this "bad student" far younger than her, she had shed all her halos, leaving only the softness and charm unique to a mature woman.
She was like a peach hanging from a branch, thoroughly ripened after enduring wind and frost. Its skin glowed with an enticing pink sheen, seeming ready to yield juice at the slightest squeeze.
That allure unique to a woman in the bloom of maturity was something an innocent young girl could never imitate. Like a jar of aged fine wine, the moment its lid was opened, its rich fragrance filled the air, intoxicating all who smelled it.
"Little bad boy... what are you trying to do?"
A faint pink mist shimmered in Shen Wanzhi's eyes, and her heart was filled with bashfulness.
Instinctively, she wrapped her well-maintained hands around Jiang Che's neck, pressed her burning cheek against his chest, and spoke in a voice as soft as spring water, trembling with both nervousness and anticipation.
Jiang Che said nothing more. He merely lowered his head and kissed her rosy cheek, so delicate it seemed as though it would break at a touch, then leaned close to her ear and whispered:
"Sister Wanzhi, it's getting late..."
"Shouldn't we begin our 'after-school tutoring'?"
"Today's lesson has plenty of material. Sister Wanzhi, you'll have to keep your spirits up."
"Ah?"
Shen Wanzhi froze slightly, still unable to process