Just as Zhang Yang's nose slowly approached the waistband of his pants, Sun Bingrou was starting to feel overwhelmed.
She hurriedly asked, "Zhang Yang, you smell it, don't you? The teacher really didn't lie to you."
After hearing this, Zhang Yang also could only straighten up, then nodded at Sun Bingrou and quickly wrote, "Teacher, you are amazing, it really smells so good, much better than perfume."
Seeing the words of praise from Zhang Yang, Sun Bingrou's face turned even redder.
What an absurd day it had been.
But since things had come to this point, Sun Bingrou had no choice but to ask, "So, do you forgive your teacher now?"
Zhang Yang nodded, and Sun Bingrou let out a sigh of relief, then quickly said, "Then, shall I stitch it up for you?"
She was really concerned about the wound on Zhang Yang's tongue, fearing that if it wasn't treated soon, it could easily become infected, and by then, Zhang Yang might not even be able to save his tongue.
