You... You Have No Shame!

"Don't... don't! I'm Gu Yue's teacher..."

Her voice carried a complicated emotion, as though she were resisting, struggling, fleeing from something, yet yearning for something at the same time.

"Don't come any closer..."

Her body suddenly curled up, as if something had frightened her, then slowly relaxed. An unnatural flush appeared on her cheeks.

Zhong Shenxiu sat by the bed, utterly speechless.

He wore a neat white shirt, its collar slightly open to reveal his sharply defined collarbones. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils were filled with helplessness, making him look like a good man who had been wronged and had nowhere to vent his grievances. He looked at the woman dreaming on the bed, at the way she seemed both resistant and pleased, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It made him seem like some lecherous beast.

He was a handsome young man, for goodness' sake. He was clearly the one at a disadvantage here, wasn't he? If anything really happened, he would be the one losing out.

Leng Yaozhu was indeed beautiful—mature, alluring, and full of charm—but she was decades older than him. He was not the sort to fall for every woman he saw. He had only carried her inside and put her on the bed because she looked pitiful lying on the floor, and he was afraid she would catch a cold.

"Deputy Tower Master Leng."

He raised a hand and lightly waved it before her eyes.

"It's time to wake up. The sun's already shining on your backside."

Leng Yaozhu abruptly sat up and drew in a deep breath.

Her chest heaved violently, as if she had just surfaced from deep water, greedily gulping down fresh air. Her eyes were wide open, her red pupils filled with confusion and panic, as though she had yet