"What... what are you doing!?"
Ning Fengwan panicked, feeling something pressed against her body and not daring to move an inch, as though she were a grazing animal facing a slumbering lion, terrified that the slightest brush might inadvertently wake it.
"What do you think I want to do, hmm? Teacher Wan?"
Xue Jing sat behind the girl, wrapping his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, and speaking in a deep voice.
As he spoke, his breath brushed against Ning Fengwan's ear, making her shiver and clench her toes, her entire being tingling.
"Don't… don't do that..."
The girl murmured softly, as if in refusal, yet her body was limp and weak, her pale hands pressing on Xue Jing's arms as if to push him away, but she could hardly muster the strength.
Her long black hair, silky as satin, was damp and clung to her delicate and fair cheeks.
