Qin Youbei had her major's class in the afternoon, and the professor was her older brother, Qin Muchao.
This year, thirty-year-old Qin Muchao was the school's youngest and most handsome professor, wearing a pair of glasses. He looked scholarly and elegant, spoke gently, and always wore a smile that felt like a refreshing spring breeze, no matter who he was facing.
His classes had the lowest number of students skipping, and the number of girls missing his classes could be counted on one hand.
After all, Qin Muchao's charm, filled with bookish grace, was irresistible to most of the female students.
Whenever other girls gawked at her older brother as if smitten, Qin Youbei would roar in her heart, "Fake, all fake; you've all been deceived."
Her brother might have been mild-mannered and elegant, but he was definitely not the approachable warm-hearted man everyone thought he was. He often used a very gentle expression to make her, his sister, do things that were very painful.
