Little Leaf

Many ancient poems and essays spoke of warm springs in March, warm breezes, warming spring waters, and the like. More often than not, that was simply because of the climate when the poets wrote them—back when even lychees could be grown in the Yellow River basin, or during the intervals between major and minor ice ages.

This March, aside from An Nuan's name, had absolutely nothing to do with warmth.

Dressed in a qipao, Liu Yuewang felt her fair, delicate calves growing icy cold. Her semi-sheer flesh-colored stockings were even slipping downward a little, but she could hardly hike up her qipao to pull them back into place. She only regretted not bothering to put on garters that morning.

Today was simply far too cold. Under normal circumstances, Liu Yuewang absolutely refused to pair long stockings with a qipao. Wasn't a qipao supposed to reveal a stretch of long, pale legs to look good?

In the end... she was getting old and could no longer bear the cold. When Liu Yuewang left home that morning, she saw An Nuan thinking the weather was quite nice and planning to go out in a short skirt and ankle socks. Liu Yuewang had dragged her back and made her change into tights before allowing her to leave.

Of course, no matter how cold the weather was now, it could not stop Professor Liu's burning heart.

After her morning class ended, she praised two students, and they immediately took advantage of it, insisting on taking photos with Liu Yuewang.

It was perfectly normal for students to ask professors for photos, especially a famous professor like her... Of course, Professor Liu's fame had little to do with her professional ability.

Liu Yuewang's recorded lectures had the highest viewership in the entire university, and some of