Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

Su Yifeng let her hold him, feeling the soft body trembling in his arms, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He gently patted her back, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing: "What's wrong, teacher? Did you think I wasn't coming?"

He Jingyun buried her face even deeper, her muffled, nasal voice coming through: "Who...who thought you'd come! Come if you want, don't come if you don't!"

She was being stubborn, but the hands tightly wrapped around his waist betrayed her true thoughts.

Su Yifeng chuckled softly, shaking the insulated bag he was carrying: "Here, I heard a certain teacher wasn't feeling well and needed to replenish his energy. I specially went to buy some brown sugar ginger tea and hot porridge."

Hmm... Wang Defu is an old man, but he's still very capable in handling things...

Su Yifeng looked at her reddened ears and knew that she was saying one thing but meaning another.

He Jingyun looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, at the thing in his hand. The grievances and disappointments in her heart were instantly washed away by a warm current, replaced by a sweet feeling.

He... he actually came?

You even went out of your way to buy these?

She only casually sent a text message in the afternoon saying, "I'm not feeling well, don't come tonight."

When a woman sends this kind of message, just listen to it from the opposite perspective; you might just unlock some new ways to play with it.

"You...you knew about me...that, didn't you? I thought..." Her voice was soft, with a hint of disbelief and a touch of coquettishness that she herself didn't realize.

"Did you think knowing you were on your period would prevent it from coming?"

Su Yifeng picked up where she left off, his tone carrying a knowing smile.

He placed the insulated bag on the table beside him and took out a still-warm cup of brown sugar ginger tea and a bowl of light chicken porridge. "You said you weren't feeling well, so I had to come and check on you. Drink some while it's hot."

Since she's already here, she definitely has to make a good impression. He Jingyun has relied on her mother and sister since she was a child, and what she lacks most is the sense of security that a man can give her.

At this moment, He Jingyun's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, a bittersweet feeling mixed with an indescribable flutter.

He Jingyun took the ginger tea with the straw inserted, and the warmth from her fingertips seemed to flow into her heart.

Sipping the sweet and spicy ginger tea, my cold stomach felt much better.

She secretly glanced at Su Yifeng, who was lounging lazily against her desk, his gaze fixed on her. He didn't reveal much emotion, but it gave her a strange sense of peace.

"Didn't I tell you not to come? I was afraid you... might have something to do tonight," He Jingyun said cautiously.

"There is something I need to take care of."

Su Yifeng answered casually, meaning that he came over as soon as he finished his work—he cared about her very much.

"It was a minor problem, but it's been resolved."

The "minor trouble" he mentioned was indeed minor; it did hurt a bit to bump your teeth on it.

He Jingyun put down her empty porridge bowl, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes: "Su Yifeng, what... what are we...?"

She had kept this in her heart for a long time, but finally couldn't help but ask it.

Like a feather suspended in mid-air, it feels very unsettling.

Su Yifeng stood up, walked up to her, and looked down at her.

He didn't answer immediately, but reached out and gently wiped away a bit of porridge stain from the corner of her lips with his fingertips.

The movements were not gentle, even a bit rough, but they made He Jingyun freeze and her heart skip a beat.

"What do you think we are?" Su Yifeng retorted, his eyes deep, refusing to answer directly, implying that whatever he said was acceptable: "Teacher and student? Or man and woman?"

He Jingyun was stumped by his question. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She knew it was the latter, of course, but this identity was like a shackle, making her both obsessed and terrified.

I won't force you.

Su Yifeng withdrew his hand, his tone still calm. He took a step back, like a considerate mistress: "Just follow your own feelings. If you feel comfortable, stay together; if you feel uncomfortable, you can stop anytime."

He spoke casually, as if discussing the weather.

But He Jingyun knew that things weren't that simple. Her feelings for him were no longer something that could be simply summarized as "comfortable" or "uncomfortable."

It was a complex emotion mixed with stimulation, dependence, physical attraction... and even a trace of something she couldn't quite explain, like a swamp that made her sink deeper and deeper.

"I..." He Jingyun wanted to say something, but the words were on the tip of her tongue and she didn't know how to say them.

"Alright, stop thinking about it." Su Yifeng interrupted her hesitation. "Just rest well during your period. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

As he spoke, he actually turned around and walked towards the small single sofa in the room, making a gesture as if to sit down.

"No!" He Jingyun blurted out.

She felt bad that Su Yifeng had come all this way to keep her company and even slept on the sofa.

Moreover... He Jingyun actually wanted to sleep in Su Yifeng's arms.

"The bed...the bed is big enough, you...you can sleep here." After saying this, her face turned completely red, even her ears turned crimson.

Su Yifeng paused, turned to look at her, and said with a playful look in his eyes, "Teacher He, are you inviting me to share a bed with you?"

"Sleep or don't sleep, it's up to you!"

He Jingyun glared at him with embarrassment and annoyance, climbed onto the bed first, pulled the quilt over herself and wrapped herself tightly, leaving only her back to him, but her heart was pounding wildly.

Behind him came Su Yifeng's soft chuckle and footsteps.

Soon, the mattress beside her sank in. Su Yifeng didn't touch her; he simply lay down and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, He Jingyun's tense body slowly relaxed.

He could clearly hear his steady breathing and feel the warmth emanating from beside him.

This simple companionship, without any further demands, filled He Jingyun with a sense of security.

Maybe... let nature take its course.

He Jingyun quietly turned around and looked at Su Yifeng in the darkness, using the faint light from the window.

She gently moved closer to him, closed her eyes, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. It was the most restful sleep she had had in days.

Hearing the gradually even and deep breathing of the person beside him, Su Yifeng opened his eyes in the darkness, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Get it done.

Su Yifeng thought to himself that she should stop overthinking things and feeling that he didn't care about her.

Women, especially women like He Jingyun who appear strong on the surface but are soft on the inside, sometimes need this kind of direct action and companionship.

As for the future... Su Yifeng gently placed his hand on her abdomen, thinking that this would make the girl who was having her period feel much better.

At worst... I'll just donate some money to the school.

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