Dubian Che returned from school and ran into three female teachers who had just come back from grocery shopping at the entrance of the apartment.

It was seven o'clock, the Tobu Line train passed by Shinano Town station, and the sky had completely darkened, with a cool evening breeze blowing.

"You're back early today," Akiko said sarcastically, "Didn't go shopping with them?"

"Akiko, yesterday Dubian..."

Dubian Che interrupted Xiaoquan Aonai, reached out to take the bags from their hands, and said,

"Teacher Akiko, I know I was wrong, please give me a chance to make amends."

"Don't apologize to me, the one you should be apologizing to is Aonai, understand? Spend more time with her from now on."

"I promise."

Akiko nodded with reluctant satisfaction.

Xiaoquan Aonai wanted to say something, but Dubian Che stopped her with a look.

He didn't smile, but his eyes seemed to be brimming with laughter.

A gentle and mischievous smile, as if your most beloved and closest person was whispering in your ear.

Their eyes met, and Xiaoquan Aonai felt an impulse to draw close to Dubian Che, forgetting what she had intended to say.

All four took the elevator and entered room 501 together.

Xiaoquan Aonai took off her suit jacket and began preparing dinner in the kitchen, Dubian Che went in to help.

Akiko tried to slip in, but Miyazaki Miyuki pulled her away.

"I'll help you." Seeing Xiaoquan Aonai wearing an apron, Dubian Che walked over.

"Mm, just tie it any way you like." Xiaoquan Aonai turned around, her lovely back and graceful hips facing Dubian Che.

This woman still didn't know a thing about men.

Dubian Che eyed Xiaoquan Aonai's white teacher blouse tucked into her skirt at her delicate waist.

He gently tied her apron with a neat bow, then placed his hands on either side of her waist.

Xiaoquan Aonai, who was mentally arranging the cooking sequence, trembled and stiffened.

"Dubian, Dubian?" she stammered.

"Teacher," Dubian Che replied softly, his hands moving forward to circle around her waist.

As his body was about to press against hers, Xiaoquan Aonai twisted away, breaking free from his embrace.

"What are you doing? Miyuki and the others are outside!"

She turned to face him, back against the kitchen counter, hands protectively in front of her chest, her face flushed as she watched Dubian Che warily.

"Teacher, you said yourself you wanted a hug when we got home," Dubian Che said with a wounded air.

"But now...."

"Do you intend to come to my place later? I can't promise I'll stop at just one hug then," Dubian Che said, full of expectation.

"..."

Watching Xiaoquan Aonai struggle internally, Dubian Che opened his arms.

Xiaoquan Aonai hesitated for quite some time but didn't move towards Dubian Che's embrace.

She turned her flushed face away, looking at the floor of the kitchen, her voice small and trembling,

"Come hug..."

Dubian Che stepped forward, placing his hands on Xiaoquan Aonai's beautifully curved shoulders, prompting her to turn around.

"Teacher, you cook, I won't disturb you."

Xiaoquan Aonai, trembling, turned back around, and as she took out ingredients from the shopping bag, Dubian Che hugged her from behind.

Mr. Xiaoquan, the teacher admired by students and faculty alike, had his hands around her exquisitely shaped waist.

"Keep cooking, I'm hungry," Dubian Che said, resting his chin on her shoulder, whispering in her ear.

Xiaoquan Aonai bit her lower lip, her cheeks blushing, her eyes glistening as if teary.

With her head down, she looked at Dubian Che's hands wrapped around her waist.

"Are you done hugging?" she asked, flustered and afraid that Akiko and the others might suddenly walk in.

"Not yet."

"You said just one hug!"

"Did I hug you a second time?"

Unable to argue, Xiaoquan Aonai attempted to select vegetables, but her mind was in such a disarray that she couldn't think clearly.

In front of Dubian Che was Xiaoquan Aonai's black hair.

On the podium, it had an aura of teacherly authority, commanding respect.

But now, he leaned in to sniff the fragrance of her hair and said in a low voice,

"It smells good."

"And you're so warm." Dubian Che affectionately pressed against Xiaoquan Aonai, feeling as if he had returned to his childhood.

Xiaoquan Aonai, worried about whether there was any chalk dust in her hair, restrained her shyness while trimming the bases of the asparagus.

In an instant, feeling an unusual sensation at her hips, she sharply turned around and pushed Dubian Che away.

She looked at Dubian Che, her face red, putting on the authority of a teacher.

"Dubian, show some respect for your teacher, or I'll get angry."

"Sorry, teacher, I couldn't control myself."

Xiaoquan Aonai quickly glanced at Dubian Che and grew even redder with anger.

"You're a student now. Even though your grades are good, you can't slack off. If you don't get first place in the national exams, I'll feel so guilty, I might just kill myself."

"Teacher-student love doesn't have to be this serious."

"I'm not joking," Xiaoquan Aonai said sternly, completely in teacher mode.

"I'm sorry," Dubian Che replied, ashamed, "For you, teacher, I will study hard."

"For me?" Xiaoquan Aonai almost wavered again.

She quickly stiffened, "Even though we're... dating now, your studies come first, got it? If your grades drop, I'll inform your parents. Don't expect me to indulge you."

"If my grades drop, there's punishment, so is there a reward for staying number one?"

"Reward?"

"You can't just have punishment without reward, right? I'm not up for that."

"What do you want as a reward?" Mr. Xiaoquan became coy again.

"Hmm—let me think." Dubian Che pretended to be like Kiyono Lin, hand on chin, pondering, "If it's a school exam, first place gets three hugs; for national exams, first place gets a kiss."

"A kiss? No, no way!" Xiaoquan Aonai shook her head emphatically.

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