"Chen Bin, are you sick of me?"
"Is there something I'm doing wrong, why aren't you paying attention to me?"
"Bin, I'm always here, can you send me a message when you're free?"
Wen Xinyue sent dozens of messages every day, craving Chen Bin's response.
Chen Bin would reply from time to time.
Occasionally, when he was free, he would go find Wen Xinyue to have their intimate moments.
But most of the time Chen Bin was never short of women, which inevitably led to neglecting the gentle and quiet Chinese language teacher.
Unfortunately, Wen Xinyue was also very sensitive.
If Chen Bin didn't reply to her messages for a couple of days, she would feel as though he was about to leave her.
Chen Bin thought it would be good to get in touch with Wen Xinyue beforehand since he was going to the school tomorrow to attend a parent-teacher conference with Cheng Xinxue.
"Sorry, have been busy..."
Before Chen Bin could send a second message,
