After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

For a moment, the temperature in the entire lecture hall seemed to drop to freezing point. Even the afternoon sun could not dispel the intense tension of this chaotic atmosphere.

Zhu Xun Chuan calmly released Qu Fei Yan's ankle, sat up straight, and met Gu Qing Han's gaze. His expression was calm, and his eyes conveyed a sense of reassurance.

Gu Qinghan took a deep breath, picked up the half-used piece of chalk again, turned around, and continued writing on the blackboard. However, she wrote with much more force than usual.

Forty-five minutes later, the bell finally rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The students in the classroom felt like they had been granted a pardon and quickly packed up their things and left.

Gu Qinghan closed her lesson plan and walked to the edge of the podium.

"Zhu Xunchuan." Gu Qinghan's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. "Come with me to the teachers' lounge. Let's have a proper talk about your absences."

This seemingly businesslike statement conceals an obvious personal grudge.

Zhu Xunchuan stood up, preparing to leave.

Qu Feiyan suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his trench coat.

"You're not allowed to go." Qu Feiyan sat in the chair, looked up at him, her tone domineering yet filled with undisguised dependence, "The poison in your body hasn't been completely cleared yet, I'm going to take you back to the apartment now for the final detoxification step."

Zhu Xun Chuan sat at his desk, reached out and patted Qu Fei Yan's hand. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. You're here for me, aren't you?"

He then stood up, strode out of the lecture hall, leaving the girl's coquettish protest behind the door.

On the third floor of the Arts Building, at the end of the corridor hangs a bronze plaque that reads "Teachers' Private Lounge".

Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the heavy solid wood door. A unique blend of fragrances wafted towards him. It was the scent of sandalwood's coolness intertwined with jasmine's elegance.

Gu Qinghan sat on the left side of the black leather sofa. She held a course report in her hand, her long legs crossed, her toes, encased in black stockings, lightly touching the ground, and her fitted business attire accentuated her slender figure.

To the right of the sofa sat Fu Xinghe. Today she wore a beige cashmere knit sweater, paired with a khaki high-waisted pleated long skirt, and her smooth long hair was simply tied back with a jade hairpin.

She was holding a blue and white porcelain teacup, taking small sips of black tea.

Two highly intelligent goddesses, admired by thousands on the Kyoto University campus, are now in this small lounge.

Hearing the sound of the door hinges turning, the two stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the doorway.

Zhu Xunchuan went inside and closed the door behind him.

Gu Qinghan put down her course report, stood up, and walked straight to the door. She extended her index finger and pressed the metal latch on the door lock. With a "click," the door was completely locked. Then, she walked to the blinds, reached out and pulled down the curtain cord, blocking the sunlight streaming in from the corridor.

The lights in the lounge dimmed.

Fu Xinghe put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to Zhu Xunchuan. This daughter of the municipal party committee and visiting professor, who was usually extremely particular about etiquette and propriety, showed no restraint at this moment.

She raised her fair wrist and placed her palm against Zhu Xun Chuan's forehead.

"Still too cold." Fu Xinghe withdrew his hand, his tone revealing undisguised pity. "Do you know that when Ying called me last night, I ran out of the municipal government compound overnight, and my dad deployed a special police unit to wait for me at the intersection? You just had a brush with death in Hong Kong, and you still have to come to class today. Do you really think you're made of iron?"

Gu Qinghan walked back to the sofa, crossed her arms, and said in a cold tone, "Professor Fu cried so much at the hospital bedside last night that her makeup was ruined, and she lost all the composure she usually has when teaching students. And him, as soon as he woke up, he started messing with that Miao girl in a JK uniform who was running around everywhere in the lecture hall."

Zhu Xun Chuan did not refute. He took off his light gray trench coat, casually hung it on the coat rack, and walked to the sofa to sit down. He leaned back, his entire back sinking into the soft leather backrest.

"I'm out of energy." Zhu Xun Chuan closed his eyes, his voice slow and languid. "Come sit down."

These weary words conceal an irresistible force.

Fu Xinghe glanced at Gu Qinghan, and their eyes met in the dim light.

There was no longer the usual rivalry, nor any hint of jealousy.

Having witnessed the life-or-death crisis of the previous night, the two women, both at the peak of their experience and intellect, reached a remarkable tacit understanding and compromise for the sake of the same man.

Fu Xinghe straightened her skirt and sat down next to Zhu Xunchuan on his right.

Gu Qinghan pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, walked to the left in her high heels, and sat down next to him.

Zhu Xun Chuan stretched out his long arms. His left hand embraced Gu Qing Han's slender waist, while his right hand encircled Fu Xing He's delicate shoulders.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled two women, both highly respected figures in Kyoto's elite circles, into his arms at the same time.

Gu Qinghan's body suddenly tensed up, and her white shirt ripped out a very imposing curve as she struggled.

She instinctively wanted to push the man's chest away, her palm pressed against the fabric of his shirt, feeling his faint but steady heartbeat, and her resistance completely stopped.

She bit her lower lip and obediently rested her chin on Zhu Xunchuan's collarbone, her warm breath spraying onto his neck.

Fu Xinghe leaned her cheek against Zhu Xunchuan's right shoulder. The soft texture of her knitwear brushed against the man's arm. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting two shadows in the dim light.

"Let me hug you for a while." Zhu Xun Chuan tightened his arms, pulling the two of them closer to him.

The lounge was quite cramped. The enveloping feel of the leather sofa brought the three of them closest to each other.

Gu Qinghan's cool body fragrance mingled with Fu Xinghe's elegant jasmine scent, constantly assaulting Zhu Xunchuan's olfactory nerves.

Two top-tier mature women were held firmly in the man's arms with absolute control. They let down their guard and aloofness, allowing Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers to run through their hair.

Zhu Xun Chuan's left hand slid slowly down Gu Qing Han's spine, finally stopping at the fatal curve of her waist. Gu Qing Han's breathing became slightly rapid, and an unusual blush rose to her ears.

On the other side, Fu Xinghe stretched out his slender fingers and gently unbuttoned the top two buttons of Zhu Xunchuan's shirt.

Her fingertips brushed against the skin of his collarbone, the movement extremely gentle, even carrying a hint of tentative intimacy.

Under the tender embrace of the two stunning beauties, Zhu Xun Chuan's blood and qi began to surge intensely within him.

My heart rate kept increasing, and a warm current flowed through my body along my meridians.

Deep within my mind, a silent electronic voice suddenly rang out.

[Ding! Host adrenaline surge detected.]

[The flow of Qi and blood has reached its peak. The remaining 1% of the nerve poison has been completely absorbed and eliminated.]

[Toxin alert lifted. Physical condition data restored to peak.]