"No, no," Mu Xiangwan noticed dust on his pants. Presuming he must have taken a fall, she thought it better to give a thorough check. And so, she enthusiastically urged him, "Let's go, let me take you to the hospital for a once-over, just in case there's internal injury or something."
The gallant gesture was hard to decline. The handsome and polite man just smiled and let Mu Xiangwan drag him towards her red Cayenne.
As the car drove towards the university hospital, Xiangwan stole a shy glance at the man sitting in the shotgun seat and initiated small talk, "Hi there, what's the handsome man called?"
"Oh, Han Wenxuan, you can call me Teacher Han." he responded with a charming smile, his voice so seductively gentle.
His words startled Xiangwan, "…What? Teacher? You mean, you're a teacher?"
"Yes!" He responded with a small grin, "Do I look like a student?"
