Here is the translated text:
That Hell's Red Tea, she's back again.
Aiko's gaze leisurely swept over the four individuals, brimming with maturity and composure.
Impossible, there couldn't be an emotional slip-up again.
The images of this morning's loss of control had all been deleted, and all the transmitters had also been eradicated.
Standing here was still that Aiko, the one who seemed gentle and considerate yet somehow commanded your reverence; the one who was sincerely friendly, yet felt unfathomably deep; that Aiko whom you love so deeply in your night-time dreams but become too bashful to utter a word to when meeting in person!
Lost in this rapture, Aiko's gaze had settled on Li Qingming.
At this moment, Li Qingming was casually leaning back with his hands in his pockets, turning his head to look at the wall as if deliberately ignoring the lecture.
