Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

In Lu Qian's sight, Wen Wan had already stood up straight and was standing just a few feet behind him.

Under the lights, the music teacher tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at him like a startled fawn.

Her skin, freshly bathed, shone with an alluring soft glow. The collar of her wide silk robe was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and graceful, fair neckline. Her full breasts were subtly visible beneath the smooth fabric.

The hem of her robe barely covered the top of her thighs, and her two straight, shapely, and smooth legs seemed to radiate a warm glow under the light. Her bare feet stepped on the soft carpet, and her crystal-clear toes curled slightly, looking pitiful.

It has to be said that women in their twenties have a lot of charm.

Lu Qian's heart also involuntarily quickened.

This scene would be a huge shock to any normal man.

I'm not afraid of the school beauty flirting with me, I'm just afraid of my sister turning thirty.

"This is really killing an 18-year-old high school boy..."

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the strange restlessness in his heart.

"I'm just a high school student in my teens, and she's a teacher who's several years older than me. It's... okay for the two of us to be in the same place, right?"

Looking at the dependence in Wen Wan's eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse her.

Moreover, this person is an important future financial backer and business partner.

"Alright."

He thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Wen, I'll stay with you a little longer. Don't be afraid, it's all over now."

"Um……"

Seeing that Lu Qian agreed to stay, Wen Wan's tense body seemed to relax a little, and the force with which she gripped his wrist also loosened.

She wiped the tears from her face with her other hand: "Thank you... thank you, Lu Qian."

"It's alright." Lu Qian gently patted the back of her hand that was gripping his wrist. "Teacher Wen, it's boring sitting here like this. Why don't we do something else?"

"Didn't you hear me sing this evening? But when I write songs, I only know the lyrics, not the music. Teacher Wen, you're a professional, could you help me write down the score?"

This suggestion instantly touched Wenwan's heart.

Music is her profession, and also her emotional refuge.

Using work to fill the void of fear is the best thing ever.

"Great! Composing music is one of my strengths!"

Wenwan's eyes lit up instantly: "I can help you write down the music right now. Come on, let's go to my room..."

She instinctively grabbed Lu Qian's wrist and led him toward the bedroom.

"Uh, Teacher Wen, is it not okay to do it in the living room?" Lu Qian reminded her.

It was really inconvenient for a young, vigorous man like him to go to a female teacher's bedroom at this hour.

"It's okay, let's go to my bedroom. I don't mind. Talking in the living room will disturb the neighbors."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "My bedroom is better soundproofed, and my work desk is also in there."

As she spoke, she pushed open the bedroom door.

"Alright."

Since the other party didn't mind, Lu Qian naturally wouldn't say anything more.

So I followed her inside.

Upon entering Wenwan's bedroom, Lu Qian's gaze unconsciously swept over the private space, and then...

He paused for a moment.

Goodness, what a contrast!

Although Teacher Wen's living room wasn't exactly tidy, it was at least passable.

But this teacher's bedroom...

It looked like it had just been ravaged by a typhoon; it was a complete mess.

Books, sheet music, and printed script drafts were scattered on the desk, bedside table, and even the floor.

What's most eye-catching is the black lace-trimmed bra and a pair of panties on the bed covered with light-colored floral sheets.

"Yes, she is indeed very talented..."

Lu Qian's gaze lingered on the enormous black lace bra for a moment, and he subconsciously made a comment in his mind.

He immediately looked away.

Because he noticed someone was watching him.

That's right, it's the owner of these lingerie.

This is awkward.

Over here, Wen Wan followed Lu Qian's gaze and instantly discovered the "evidence" on her bed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she let out a short gasp: "I...I forgot to put it away this morning!"

She frantically grabbed the conspicuous black lingerie and panties and haphazardly stuffed them under the covers...

He mumbled an explanation, "I'm sorry, Lu Qian, I'm not usually like this. I was just too busy today and didn't have time to tidy up..."

"Yes, I understand, I understand."

"Huh? What do you know?"

"It's nothing, I just understand."

"..."

Looking at Wen Wan's flustered and shy appearance, Lu Qian couldn't help but curl a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Tsk, she really is a goddess in public, but... well, you know, in private.

She looks so beautiful on the outside, but I never expected her to be so unkempt in private.

The old screenwriter had spent many years in the entertainment industry in his previous life and had naturally seen many so-called "artistic goddesses" and "pure and innocent girls," knowing that they might be completely different in private.

Some people appear ethereal on the surface, but are actually more fun-loving than anyone else in private; others seem aloof and celibate, but their rooms are a mess like a doghouse, and they have very outgoing personalities.

This Ms. Wen, is she also this casual in bed?

In an instant, images of his past life with certain women from the art department flashed uncontrollably through Lu Qian's mind...

Stop!

Sorry, but you're a fine young socialist citizen now, you can't be thinking about these kinds of things!

He tried hard to suppress a laugh, and tried to smooth things over with a straight face: "It's okay, it's okay, mess is normal in the room of an artistic genius."

"snort……"

Wen Wan felt even more embarrassed by his words and glared at him reproachfully.

She tucked the blanket in even more, making sure those "little secrets" were completely covered up, before walking to her desk, pulling out a chair, sitting down, and turning on the desk lamp and a blank musical score.

"Come on, hum your song for the teacher."

"OK."

Lu Qian smiled, cleared his throat, and sang "I Want" again.

Wenwan sat at her desk, tilting her head to listen attentively. Her slender fingers held a pencil and began to quickly jot down notes and rhythms on the staff.

She was focused, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes relaxing her brows and smiling, clearly completely immersed in the world of music.

The light accentuated her focused profile and graceful shoulder and neck lines, giving her a unique charm.

After Lu Qian finished humming it once, Wen Wan made him repeat a few key paragraphs. Then she lowered her head, her pencil scratching on the paper, and occasionally hummed the melody she had written down to proofread it.

The only sounds in the bedroom were the scratching of a pencil on paper and her occasional soft humming; the atmosphere became quiet and focused.

Lu Qian stood aside, watching Wen Wan completely absorbed in her work, and felt a little bored.

"Teacher Wen, you can continue writing. I'm going out to get some water."

After thinking for a moment, he quietly left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He went to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it, and found some fruit inside.

He took two large apples, went to the kitchen sink, and carefully washed them clean.

Then I found a fruit knife and skillfully began peeling the fruit.

The delicate apple peel, like a continuously extending red ribbon, falls smoothly down, revealing the juicy flesh inside.

Cut the apple into evenly sized thin slices and arrange them neatly on a clean porcelain plate.

Looking at the plate of glistening apple slices, Lu Qian picked up a toothpick, then, holding the plate, gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Inside the bedroom, Wen Wan was still engrossed in writing at her desk, seemingly unaware that he had entered.

The warm yellow light of the desk lamp enveloped her, a few strands of damp hair falling beside her cheek, her profile gentle yet earnest.

Lu Qian tiptoed over and placed the plate on a corner of the desk.

"Teacher Wen, you've worked hard. Take a rest and have some fruit?" he said softly.

"..."

Wen Wan then looked up from the sheet music and saw the plate of neatly sliced ​​apples in front of her, a clear look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She looked at the apple, then at Lu Qian's handsome face, which still retained some of his youthful innocence, and felt a slight jolt in her heart.

It's really rare to see a boy this age who knows how to take care of people like this.

"Ah... thank you, Lu Qian, you're so thoughtful." Wen Wan smiled, touched, put down her pencil, and reached for a toothpick.

"No need, I'll do it."

Lu Qian was one step ahead of her, picking up a slice of apple with a toothpick and offering it to Wen Wan's lips: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wen."

This move was clearly beyond Wenwan's expectations.

Looking at the apple offered to her lips and the boy's clear, honest eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened her rosy little mouth and gently bit into the slice of apple.

"Mmm, so sweet." She exclaimed sincerely as she chewed, her eyes curving into crescents.

The boy's thoughtfulness and gentlemanly manners made her feel very comfortable.

Lu Qian smiled, picked up another piece, and held it to her lips again.

"Here, eat."

"Hmm∽"

Wenwan obediently ate it all.

When Lu Qian picked up the third slice of apple and brought it to her lips again, Wen Wan subconsciously opened her mouth slightly to receive it.

However, just as the apple slice was about to touch her lips, Lu Qian's wrist suddenly twisted nimbly.

He stuffed the slice of apple directly into his mouth.

"Click."

Lu Qian chewed on the apple, a mischievous smile on his face: "It's really delicious."

"?"

Wen Wan's open mouth hadn't even closed when she watched helplessly as the apple slice that should have been hers went into Lu Qian's stomach.

She paused for a moment, then reacted, and said coquettishly, "Hey, Lu Qian, you...you naughty student, how dare you flirt with your teacher?!"

She had never seen such a bold student before.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Teacher Wen."

Lu Qian blinked, looking completely innocent: "I saw you eating so deliciously, and suddenly I wanted to eat some too."

To provide emotional value to a woman, you can't always go along with her. You have to do things that surprise her. Only then will her emotions be more than a flat, monotonous line, and will they have ups and downs.

For example, this little prank made Wen Wan laugh. She felt that being with this student always made her feel better.

His maturity and composure beyond his years, coupled with the occasional glimpse of his youthful spirit, possess a strange and captivating charm.

She subconsciously compared Lu Qian to the suitors she had encountered before.

Those men were either dull and boring, or too goal-oriented; none of them made her feel as relaxed, happy, and safe as the young man in front of her.

"Wait, what am I thinking?!"

Wen Wan suddenly snapped out of her daze and was startled by her own absurd thought.

She actually... identified Lu Qian as her suitor?

He's a high school student!