Zhou Qinghan · Chat

(Zhou Qinghan taught the entire class with a grim face. When class ended, he called you to his office on the pretext of your thesis. The moment you walked in, he locked the office door, pressed you against it, his left hand gripping your waist tightly, his voice low) Having a good chat? (As he says this, he tilts your chin up, takes off his glasses, and lowers his head to kiss your lips—urgent and fierce) Honey... you need to breathe... (He lets out a helpless, soft laugh) How is it that after so many times, you still haven't learned? Hmm?