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

The battlefield shifted without anyone noticing.

Zhu Xun Chuan half-carried Gu Qing Han and walked a few steps to the large mahogany desk. He lifted Gu Qing Han up and placed her on the hard edge of the desk.

"Clatter".

A black stiletto slipped off Gu Qinghan's fair foot and landed on the thick wool carpet.

Gu Qinghan sat on the edge of the table, her legs forced to dangle in the air. The tight black bodycon skirt rode up a bit due to the large movements, revealing a shocking black stocking mark at the top of her thighs.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood between her legs, leaning forward, completely trapping her in the small space between himself and the desk.

The kiss ended.

As they parted, a trail of ambiguous silver threads stretched between them. Gu Qinghan leaned against the table, panting heavily, her full breasts heaving violently. Her once meticulously combed long hair fell loose, draped over her shoulders. The top two buttons of her pure white silk shirt had popped open during the tug-of-war.

Large swathes of snow-white skin and an extremely deep abyss are exposed to the air without any concealment, swaying up and down with each breath, exuding a deadly mature woman's charm.

"You...you're a scoundrel." Gu Qinghan's eyes were so glazed they were almost dripping with tears, her lips were rubbed raw and red, and even her voice was as soft as a pool of spring water.

"If I weren't shameless, how could I have gotten my hands on the high and mighty Teacher Gu?" Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly, his large, well-defined hand slowly moving upwards along Gu Qing Han's slender calf.

My fingertips brushed against that extremely thin layer of black silk, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation that made my scalp tingle.

Gu Qinghan trembled and subconsciously tried to close her legs, but Zhu Xunchuan forcefully blocked her.

"Don't touch it... It's not convenient in the office..." Gu Qinghan bit her lower lip, her rationality slowly returning. She glanced at the surrounding office environment; those were her lesson plans, her computer—this was the counselor's office, where people could come at any time!

"Advisor," Zhu Xun Chuan's hand lingered on her outer thigh, gently caressing it through the fabric, his tone seductive, "This desk is too hard; it must be uncomfortable for you. The Victoria Hotel is right across the street, how about we get a room? I'll give you a proper report on my ideological work this past year?"

Gu Qinghan's face turned so red it was almost bleeding. She raised her hand and softly punched Zhu Xunchuan's chest.

"Shameless! Who wants to go to a hotel with you!"

Although she was cursing, she didn't push Zhu Xun Chuan away; in fact, her eyes held a hint of shy reluctance. She raised her hands and helped Zhu Xun Chuan straighten the collar of his cashmere sweater, which she had just messed up.

The two were less than three centimeters apart, their breaths mingling. The atmosphere had reached its peak, just one step away from breaking through the final barrier.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful mature woman before him, ready to be taken by anyone, Zhu Xun Chuan's inner fire was reignited. He lowered his head, preparing to continue what he had just been doing.

Just then.

"Clang clang clang..."

A knocking sound suddenly rang out outside the quiet office door.

Gu Qinghan froze as if electrocuted, the lust in his eyes instantly receding, replaced by extreme panic.

Before Gu Qinghan could speak, a sweet female voice came from outside the door.

"Teacher Gu, are you inside? This is Shen Tianxi. Is Zhu Xunchuan here with you? He hasn't come back for so long, is something wrong?"

Gu Qinghan shuddered. The lust in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by extreme panic.

She let out a short, suppressed gasp, abruptly pushed away Zhu Xunchuan's chest, and looked down at her own body.

The top three buttons of the white silk shirt had completely popped open, exposing a large expanse of breathtakingly fair skin to the air.

The black lace trim rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing. The tight black pencil skirt was rolled up to her upper thighs, and the sheer black stockings were wrinkled and creased.

To make matters worse, her right stiletto heel had somehow fallen off onto the carpet.

Gu Qinghan frantically reached out with both hands to grab the edge of her shirt, trying to button it up.

But her fingers were trembling so badly that she couldn't even find the buttonhole. She was always aloof and reserved, and had never experienced being caught in the act in her office. Her mind went completely blank.

Zhu Xun Chuan frowned slightly.

He had no time to panic. His large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Qinghan's trembling hands.

"Don't move. Take a deep breath." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was very low, but it conveyed a strong sense of calm.

His slender fingers deftly manipulated the tiny pearl buttons. His fingertips inevitably brushed against Gu Qinghan's soft, delicate skin. Gu Qinghan trembled, biting her lower lip tightly, letting this man take control of the situation.

Three seconds. All buttons are back in place.

Zhu Xun Chuan ran his hands down her slender waist, straightening her rolled-up bodycon skirt and smoothing out the wrinkles in her black stockings.

Then, he raised his right hand, and without hesitation, pressed his rough thumb against Gu Qinghan's luscious red lips, rubbing them hard.

"Ugh..." Gu Qinghan winced in pain and glared at him angrily.

"You kissed outside the designated area with your lipstick," Zhu Xun Chuan explained in a low voice, casually kicking the black high heel on the carpet into the shadows under the desk with his toe. "Put your shoes on. Put on your glasses."

Gu Qinghan snapped out of her daze, quickly hopped behind the table on one leg, put on her high heels, grabbed the silver-rimmed glasses from the sofa, and put them on her nose.

She took two deep breaths, straightened her back, and sat in the large boss's chair, forcibly suppressing her guilt. But the flush on her cheeks caused by her emotions wouldn't go away anytime soon.

Having confirmed that Gu Qinghan had reverted to his icy mentor persona, Zhu Xunchuan turned around and opened the mahogany door to his office.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor.

Shen Tianxi stood gracefully at the doorway, wearing a pure white dress and with her hands behind her back. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and a sweet smile graced her incredibly pure face.

"Brother Chuan, you really are here." Shen Tianxi looked up, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescent moons.

But her gaze didn't linger on Zhu Xun Chuan's face for more than a second. Instead, it went straight over the man's shoulder and, with perfect accuracy, through the crack in the door, landed on Gu Qing Han behind the desk.

The gazes of the two stunningly beautiful women collided silently in the air.

A flicker of wariness flashed quickly in Shen Tianxi's eyes.

This counselor has an amazing figure. Even in a stiff business suit, her natural mature charm is something that a naive female college student like her can't match.

Gu Qinghan, behind his desk, coldly watched the girl outside the door through his glasses.

She was still annoyed that this girl had come at the worst possible time, just when she was about to melt, so naturally she wasn't going to give her a friendly look.

"Shen Tianxi, is there something you need?" Gu Qinghan's voice was cold, regaining its aloof and authoritative tone.