Teacher Shen, My Legs Are Weak

At that moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

She tilted her face up slightly, with the devout resolve of someone throwing caution to the wind. Calling it a kiss was perhaps an exaggeration; she merely pressed her lips softly against Shen Qingling's.

Lin Xingmian closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling nervously.

The girl's lips were soft, carrying the clean yet fragile scent unique to her.

There was no skill to this kiss at all, and it was even awkwardly restrained. Yet because of her wholehearted sincerity and all the courage she could muster, it was unbearably moving.

For her to take the initiative and kiss him while fully awake required tremendous courage.

Shen Qingling froze. He could feel the softness of her lips and their faint tremble, yet he had not figured out how to respond.

She opened her eyes, her gaze curving as she said softly, "So Teacher Shen has moments when he's a coward too. Teacher Shen, I've already been very brave. Could you encourage Mianmian for being so brave?"

She carefully kissed the corner of his lips again, her eyes bright as she asked, "Teacher Shen, Mianmian wants just a little more of this special favor. Like giving Mianmian a kiss, okay?"

A child with enough confidence naturally learned how to act spoiled.

Shen Qingling's gaze suddenly softened, and he returned her kiss.

No longer was it Lin Xingmian's simple, calf-like touch, but a guiding response, gentle to the extreme.

He tilted his head slightly, making the kiss fit more perfectly.

He did not deepen it. He simply pressed close to her so preciously, as though this simple touch could convey the complicated emotions words had failed to fully express.

Her eyes remained closed, her lashes trembling fiercely. Her tiptoes, which had been raised, went