Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 65 Calf Plowing the Field

Tang Yue's ears were flushed red, and her voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "Fiancé."

Mo Fan froze completely.

He originally thought those words were just meant to tease her and annoy her, but he never expected her to bring them up again at this time.

The air suddenly felt thick and sticky.

Mo Fan stared at her for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice, "Teacher, what do you mean by bringing this up now?"

Tang Yue didn't answer immediately, knowing that Mo Fan would misunderstand it as a momentary impulse.

She should have realized it much earlier.

This little rascal who always made her grit her teeth had somehow managed to sneak into her heart.

She just refused to admit it.

"I just want to know," Tang Yue looked up at him, her voice soft but no longer evasive, "whether those words were just casual remarks."

Mo Fan's heart tightened suddenly, as if he were being tightly coiled by a python.

He suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Normally, he could have easily accepted it, but with Tang Yue looking at him like that, as if laying out her most vulnerable side in front of him, he dared not take another step forward.

"This isn't just a casual remark," Mo Fan said in a low voice. "It never has been."

"But I don't want to take advantage of someone in distress."

Tang Yue's eyelashes trembled, then she lowered her eyes: "Mo Fan, have you ever thought about this—"

"What?"

"Maybe I'm not talking nonsense?"

Mo Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Why do you think I insisted that you refine the Rose Flame?" She smiled. "Because if I don't get you out of here soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on myself."

Mo Fan seemed frozen in place.

"teacher----"

"You always say I promised to marry you." Tang Yue raised her hand and gently touched the hem of his clothes, the movement so light it was almost a test. "Have you ever thought about why I never really denied it later?"

The room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Mo Fan's breathing gradually became heavier.

He stared at Tang Yue's hands, at the corners of her slightly red eyes, at her gaze that she refused to look away from despite being incredibly embarrassed, and the string of "reason" in his mind was about to snap.

But he still asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Know."

Are you sure?

Tang Yue bit her lip, looking both embarrassed and annoyed by his question: "Mo Fan, why are you being so annoying today?"

Mo Fan suddenly laughed.

"It's not that I'm annoying." He looked down at her, his voice very low, "It's that I'm afraid you'll wake up tomorrow and deny everything again."

"When did I—"

"You're the best at this," Mo Fan said, staring into her eyes. "You flirt with me one minute and then pretend nothing happened the next, and you always use your status as a teacher to intimidate me."

"When did I flirt with you?" Tang Yue's ears burned, but she still couldn't help but be stubborn.

"No?" Mo Fan leaned closer to her, "Then what are you doing, clinging to my clothes like this?"

Tang Yue then realized that she had been clutching his clothes the whole time.

As if her thoughts had been exposed, she instinctively tried to loosen her grip, but Mo Fan gently pressed her down.

"Don't move," he said.

The moment that hand covered her, Tang Yue's heart trembled violently.

She looked up at him, only to meet his eyes, which were inches away from hers.

Tang Yue suddenly panicked.

"Mo Fan—" She had just called out Mo Fan's name when she didn't finish her sentence.

Because Mo Fan had already lowered his head and gently touched her forehead.

Just the forehead.

There were no further excessive actions.

But it is precisely this restraint that is more overwhelming than outright loss of control.

"I'm asking you one last time," Mo Fan said in a low, hoarse voice, "If you let me out now, I'll leave immediately."

Tang Yue's eyelashes trembled even more violently.

She knew perfectly well that she should nod, should let him leave, and should leave everything to be discussed after dawn.

But the burning sensation in her body had tormented her for too long, and the emotions in her heart that he had repeatedly stirred up and then suppressed had long since reached their limit.

Looking at Mo Fan so close to her, the last bit of defense in her heart suddenly crumbled.

Tang Yue slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

There were no words, but this touched people more deeply than any words could.

Mo Fan's breathing became erratic.

"Teacher, do you know what your action means?"

"Aren't you supposed to be very smart?" Tang Yue's cheeks flushed red, and her voice trembled, but she still tried to remain calm. "Guess for yourself."

Mo Fan stared at her for two seconds, as if he had really been pushed to his limit by her shy yet stubborn appearance, and suddenly chuckled softly.

"OK."

"You brought this on yourself."

After he finished speaking, he finally lowered his head and kissed him.

The kiss started lightly, as if confirming, as if testing, and as if giving her one last chance to regret. But Tang Yue didn't dodge; instead, because of nervousness, her tongue went even deeper.

This single response was enough to completely bury the last shred of Mo Fan's rationality.

He put his arm around her waist and gently pulled her into his embrace. His movements remained restrained, but his breathing was already erratic.

When Tang Yue was hugged by him, her whole body went limp.

She never imagined that one day she would lean against Mo Fan like this, nor did she ever imagine that this boy, who always called her "Teacher Tang Yue" and always made her want to punch him, would actually look at her with such eyes one night, treating her as a woman, and not just a teacher.

The night was deep outside the window, but inside the room it was so quiet that only the sound of our breathing could be heard.

What happened next happened naturally.

The lamplight cast a dim, yellowish glow, and the night seemed endless.

The next morning, Tang Yue woke up in complete silence.

The sky outside the window was already a little brighter, and the thin morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, making the room feel somewhat warm.

She opened her eyes, paused for a few seconds, and then the fragmented images from last night gradually came back to her.

The tips of her ears turned red instantly.

But what entered her vision even before those memories was Mo Fan.

The boy was still asleep, lying on his side beside her. His brows, unusually, lacked their usual arrogance, and instead appeared unusually quiet.

Mo Fan's breathing became much heavier, but his arm was still instinctively protectively held at her side, as if he was afraid she would run away after falling asleep.

Tang Yue stared at him for a while.

That little rascal.

She raised her hand, intending to wake him, but as soon as her fingertips touched his forehead, Mo Fan seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Then Mo Fan smiled.

The smile was completely undisguised, even carrying a hint of languor and triumph after waking up.

Good morning, teacher.

Tang Yue's face flushed, and she almost immediately looked away: "Shut up."

"Why are you acting so rudely as soon as you wake up?" Mo Fan sat up, leaned closer, and said in his familiar, irritating tone, "You weren't like this last night."

Tang Yue instantly became angry: "Mo Fan!"

"I'm here," Mo Fan replied quickly, his eyes full of laughter. "Why are you calling me so sweetly?"

"Try spouting another word of nonsense!" Tang Yue glared at him, still feeling a bit sleepy, but her intimidating aura had returned.

But Mo Fan wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, the more he looked at her like this, the more itchy he became.

He suddenly reached out and gently touched the tip of her ear.

"It's still red."

Tang Yue stiffened and immediately slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me."

"You could touch it last night, but not today?" Mo Fan deliberately lowered his voice. "Teacher, that's so unreasonable of you."

"You still dare to talk back!" Tang Yue was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to kick him off the bed.

Seeing that she was about to explode, Mo Fan decided to back down, simply smiling and taking a step back, spreading his hands: "Fine, I won't say anything."

Tang Yue ignored him with a cold face, but that coldness only lasted for a moment before he couldn't stand it anymore.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at my girlfriend," Mo Fan said matter-of-factly.

"Who's your girlfriend?!"

"What about your fiancée?" Mo Fan raised an eyebrow. "Or, you could just call her 'wife'."

"Mo Fan!!!"

The room erupted in noise again.

Tang Yue still refused to admit it, but the tips of her ears grew redder with each passing moment; Mo Fan still had that frivolous look, but the possessiveness and tenderness in his eyes were now impossible to hide.

As Tang Yue avoided his gaze, the corners of her lips still curved slightly.

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