Private Assistant

Feng Jun had been holding back for a long time in that other plane. He had come back precisely to let off some steam.

Smelling a fragrance like that and having no reaction would have been abnormal. That was one of perfume's major functions.

Still, he gently pried at her arms. "Class Monitor, don't do this."

Li Xiaobin tightened her arms around his waist. "It's only two thousand yuan... Are you even a man?"

Feng Jun drew a deep breath. To be honest, he had been holding it in pretty badly. He did not like putting on airs, nor did he want to be the kind of man who was worse than a beast.

Especially since he really had once felt some hazy affection for the class monitor—or perhaps it had been that faint impulse of adolescence.

But at this moment, he truly could not. So he sighed. "I have the money. I can give it to you. And I'm definitely a real man... But, Class Monitor, this really won't do."

"Why?" Li Xiaobin's body stiffened slightly, then she hugged him even tighter and spoke vaguely. "I can give you a fifty percent discount. If you're not looking down on me... then take me."

"You're making me need another cold shower," Feng Jun said through gritted teeth. Then he forced her hands apart.

To avoid seeing her embarrassed expression, he did not turn around. He merely said blandly, "Class Monitor, we're classmates. Once certain things happen, when we see each other again at reunions... how are we supposed to get along?"

Hearing that, Li Xiaobin's stiff body visibly relaxed. After a pause, she said, "If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who would know... Besides, class reunions are all about 'taking down one person at a time,'