Professor Ling truly envied the Liu family's prospective son-in-law. Ever since Han Zhizhi had met that scumbag Wu Fan last year—the one who pursued her while asking for An Nuan's WeChat—she had never again told her family anything about her love life.
Whether anyone was pursuing her, whether there was someone she liked—she no longer told Professor Ling about such things. A young girl full of expectations for college romance suffering her first emotional setback was not necessarily dealt a crushing blow, but much of that longing had been extinguished. Perhaps she would become more cautious and guarded.
There was no need to rush over that, though. The child was still young. Still, she could not help envying her best friend's family. Liu Chang'an was simply too outstanding—witty and humorous, with an easy, relaxed sense of humor around elders. Professor Ling felt as if she were speaking to a peer brimming with masculine charm. Everything he said and did made people like him.
No wonder Liu Yuewang, when she had turned back into a young girl, had been unable to resist acting spoiled toward Liu Chang'an. It was not necessarily because her mind had become younger as well. Rather, Liu Chang'an's mature and steady manner was exactly the sort that made women want to act spoiled.
To prevent evaporation, Liu Yuewang took out two narrow-necked glass bottles and poured the mild version of the nutritional elements into them before sealing them. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the inside of the disposable plastic cup clean in a circle. Clearly, like Shangguan Dandan, she possessed exceptionally skilled lips and tongue; her tongue was long and flexible.
Professor Ling did not have Liu Yuewang's flexible tongue capable of reaching the bottom of the cup. She wiped around the inside of