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Her lips brushed against his ear, each exhale sending waves of warmth cascading over him.
Ye Lin lowered his gaze, gripping her hand that had slipped beneath the hem of his shirt: “Let me think about it.”
She pondered briefly, feeling the texture of his abs under her fingertips, then pinched lightly before contentedly saying: “But you could consider turning your abs into a diamond ring—I think I’d like that.”
“…”
The next morning, she woke up with no memory of the nonsense she had spouted. Sitting up from the bed, she rubbed her temples to clear her mind.
Ye Lin had already been awake for some time, sitting beside her watching a movie with headphones on.
Mid-analysis, noticing she was awake, he paused the movie and asked: “Does your head hurt?”
“Not really, I didn’t drink too much.” She stretched her neck and instinctively asked, “I didn’t do anything last night, did I?”
The man thought for a moment before speaking in a low voice, “You touched my abs.”
After a pause, he added the duration: “For a long time.”
Yan Man had assumed it was something serious. Hearing him finish, she let out a breath and said nonchalantly, “Is this really worth you reporting to me specifically?”
“...”
“But,” she vaguely recalled, “I think I mentioned something about a diamond ring?”
The man remained expressionless: “No, we just happened to pass by a proposal and casually talked about it.”
That memory seemed to align, so Yan Man simply said, “Oh,” as if she understood.
She straightened her blanket, about to get out of bed, when she heard him ask from the side, “There’s something I remembered.”
Yan Man turned back, “Hmm?”
“I don’t know if you remember,” Ye Lin said, “a long time ago, when you first joined the Floating Life, Old Years crew, you were on the phone with a friend.”
Yan Man thought this detail was too specific: “What phone call?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, “At that time, you were pursuing me.”
“You said something about what would happen if you succeeded, but I didn’t catch the rest.”
She froze mid-motion, pondering for a while before finally realizing: “Oh—I remember. I probably said that if I succeeded, we could take some couple portraits.”
“I’ve taken too many solo photos and never any couple ones—it’s such a pity.”
He turned on the bedside lamp. In the soft light, Yan Man saw his half-lowered eyes, seemingly lost in deep thought.
Just as she was about to snap her fingers in front of him, he spoke again in a low voice: “Do you have time today?”
“Yeah, the shoot wrapped up, right?” Yan Man glanced at her phone. “I’ve already given Zhou Xuan and Simon three days off.”
He pulled back the blanket and said, “Then today, I’ll accompany you to take couple portraits to make up for your little regret.”
Perfect timing—he needed some pictures for the proposal anyway.
Yan Man stood by the bed, closer to him now, and teasingly whispered, “Just mine?”
He reached out, his gaze dark, smoothing her bangs.
“Mine too.”
After finishing their morning routines, Ye Lin arranged the day’s schedule while Yan Man confirmed her work plan.
Indeed, there wasn’t much to do—just retweeting a post for a joint endorsement.
After retweeting, perhaps unexpectedly reminded of the period of the Republic drama, a pending task suddenly came to mind.
She opened the chat with Zhou Xuan.
Soundwaves: [What are you doing?]
Zhou Xuan: [Looking at lewd pics, do not disturb.]
Soundwaves: [?]
[What lewd pics? Send them to me.]
Zhou Xuan: [Stop prying into others’ privacy!]
[Fine, then let’s talk about something public.] Yan Man had been waiting for this line. [Do you remember saying that if something really happened between me and Ye Lin, you’d kowtow three times to the dogs in the neighborhood?]
...
The other side went silent for a minute, then switched to typing.
After a few seconds of typing, Zhou Xuan sent over a picture: [Why don’t you look at lewd pics instead?]
Yan Man: [Oh?]
She hadn’t intended to be sidetracked by Zhou Xuan, but upon opening the image, she felt an oddly familiar art style, and the faces of the characters were unmistakable.
The scene appeared to be set in a school. The curtains swayed, faintly revealing the bright lights from across the way, while this classroom was dark and empty. The male figure in the frame exuded an overwhelming sense of dominance and control, biting the woman’s nape while catching her falling tears with his fingers.
Caption: Permanent Mark.
Yan Man was silent for a moment: [What is this picture?]
Zhou Xuan: [Your and Ye Lin’s content, sorry, there’s really nothing good to look at recently.]
Yan Man: [?]
Zhou Xuan: [It’s from a long time ago, but damn good.]
Yan Man didn’t know why she had to see something like this right before shooting campus portraits. Suddenly, some unhealthy thoughts sprang to mind, and she could even precisely superimpose Ye Lin’s face onto it.
She quickly closed her eyes, banishing the inappropriate thoughts from her mind. To prove that she, as the person involved, hadn’t been affected, she continued sternly: [When will you fulfill your promise?]
Zhou Xuan: [...]
Zhou Xuan: [Tomorrow! Tomorrow I’ll send you a video of me kowtowing to the dogs, okay!!]
With the topic concluded, to avoid being further immersed in that picture, she quickly exited the chat.
Ye Lin: “What are you looking at?”
“Spam ads,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
________________________________________
They set off at 1 PM, their first stop being Ye Lin’s university.
—This was her suggestion.
He had attended the renowned Suwang University, where the pomegranate blossoms all over the campus were considered one of the scenic spots. She wanted to explore and perhaps find traces of his student years.
There happened to be a performance class this afternoon.
Yan Man stepped onto the campus grounds, asking as they walked, “Did you join the acting department right away?”
“No,” he replied, “I initially enrolled in economics and management. After finishing filming, I transferred majors.”
She clicked her tongue: “We almost ended up in the same field.”
She had studied finance.
He raised an eyebrow, his hand circling around to hold hers: “We’re still in the same field now.”
Ye Lin had informed his professor beforehand, so entering the school and the classroom was relatively smooth. However, just as he sat down, the professor called him over again, saying he had something to retrieve. It took about ten minutes before he returned.
The class was already full. Having heard that the two of them were coming, everyone was mentally prepared, so it didn’t disrupt the lesson much.
But when Ye Lin entered with his books, dressed in his uniform, Yan Man still heard waves of gasps.
The girl sitting by the door looked up with admiration and restraint: “Hello, Senior.”
The girl next to her echoed: “Hello, Senior.”
Yan Man, seated third in the row, paused for a moment before following suit: “Hello, Senior.”
Ye Lin set down his books, turned around, and tapped her forehead with his finger.
“Don’t call me that randomly.”
A small commotion broke out nearby, but the teacher quickly began the lesson. Everyone restrained themselves from being too obvious, hurriedly flipping through their notebooks to take notes.
Today, Yan Man had thoughtfully brought a backpack. She pulled out some paper and a pen, handing him one.
Ye Lin raised an eyebrow. “You came so prepared?”
“Of course,” she said. “But I only brought one pen. You write, and I’ll watch you.”
“...”
Not her school, she openly slacked off, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him.
The wind rustled the treetops, scattering flickering spots of light onto the tip of his nose.
His profile was sharp and striking, each stroke of his handwriting like a meticulously carved engraving. Every curve was perfectly balanced, a blend of sensibility and artistry that left no room for criticism.
After watching for only a short while, Ye Lin reached out and covered her eyes.
He murmured, “Don’t distract me.”
“I’m not distracting you!” she protested, feeling wronged. “I haven’t done anything, have I?”
“You looking at me distracts me.”
She pursed her lips, thinking how unreasonable he was being, and turned her head. “Fine, then I’ll look at someone else.”
“Just now, I heard them say there’s a girl in this class with an androgynous style—super cool. I’ve been curious what she looks like—”
Before she could finish, the next second, her head was forcibly turned back by him.
Ye Lin: “Then keep looking at me.”
“...”
Yan Man listened to the lecture for a bit longer. It was a sophomore-level course, and she already knew most of the content. Not wanting to lower her gaze for too long, she turned her head toward him again.
This time, she didn’t look directly at him, to avoid provoking another comment from him. Her gaze skimmed over his notes, and she noticed he had skipped a few words in several places.
Yan Man pointed it out. “This isn’t my fault, right? I wasn’t even looking at you just now.”
Ye Lin reviewed it twice before nodding. “Mm, my mind is unsettled.”
“You’ve got something on your mind,” Yan Man remarked casually, without pressing further. “Thankfully we’re not high school sweethearts. Otherwise, if you, as a top student, lost ten points, it’d all be my fault.”
Unable to resist, she continued whispering softly: “I’ve actually been quite well-behaved. If it were like what they say in the super topic—if you were taking notes above while I was seducing you below, wouldn’t your notes end up written in Latin?”
At this, Ye Lin stopped writing.
He turned his head. “How exactly would you ‘seduce’ me?”
Yan Man: ...?
I was just rambling. What are you expecting?
________________________________________
After the afternoon class ended, they found some campus vibes. The photographer Yan Man had arranged for also arrived.
The shooting location was an abandoned school. The new school had moved next door, and this old place was now used for sports meets and anniversary celebrations.
The photographer was a classmate from her university days, someone who had taken many photos of her. Now, thanks to those images, they were a somewhat well-known photographer in the industry and very familiar with renting venues.
Soon, the three of them entered the school.
For the first set of photos, they changed into relatively retro-style uniforms and planned to take some cycling shots. They would ride around the venue twice, without刻意 posing—the photographer excelled at capturing candid moments.
After one lap, Yan Man grew dissatisfied with sitting calmly at the back. She tugged at his shirt and asked, “Do you ride steadily?”
Ye Lin was about to respond when he paused, as if recalling something, and then said:
“As long as you don’t mess with me, I’m steady.”
If he hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t have thought of it, but now Yan Man felt a mischievous urge stir within her.
She stood up from behind, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned forward.
The bike handlebars noticeably wobbled. Yan Man was astonished to discover that human knuckles could turn red without any external force.
Her arms slid down, wrapping around his waist as she slowly found a foothold to sit back down. Just as Ye Lin thought everything was over, the wind—and her fingertips—slipped under his shirt.
He abruptly froze.
And yet, she continued, as if counting aloud while touching: “Eight-pack abs, Teacher Ye?”
“...”
After finishing this set of photos, they moved to the classroom.
It was almost dark.
The second set went smoothly, but because Yan Man couldn’t stop making sarcastic remarks, they still ended up half an hour behind schedule.
After finishing the last photo, her friend quickly started packing up the equipment. “No time! I have to go—the client’s appointment is coming up!”
“Alright, go ahead and be safe—” Yan Man tied her shoelaces and looked up at her friend. “Tag me when you send the photos later.”
Her friend saluted with two fingers. “Much appreciated.”
Soon, hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Yan Man heard the security guard’s voice from the stairwell: “Leaving?”
“Yes, see you next time, sir!”
She didn’t think much of it, pulling out her phone to transfer the photography fee. Although her friend insisted on refusing, she believed payment was necessary.
After completing the transfer, she was about to speak to Ye Lin when she suddenly heard the sound of the door being pulled shut.
Yan Man sat frozen in place, processing for a few seconds, until she heard a “click.” Before she could fully comprehend, the footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
...Could they have locked the door?
Yan Man stood up and hurried toward the exit, taking a shortcut. Peeking out from the doorway, she didn’t have time to call out to the security guard before a sharp pain seized her attention.
“Hiss—”
Hearing this, Ye Lin put down the phone he was using to review photos and walked over to her. “What happened?”
“My leg—it got scratched.”
Yan Man tilted her head to inspect it. It seemed the door hadn’t been used in a long time, and a loose screw had grazed her leg.
Fortunately, it was on her upper thigh, easily concealed by a short skirt.
She was about to say it wasn’t a big deal and focus on calling the security guard back when Ye Lin had already taken out some tissues, dampened them with mineral water, and prepared to clean her wound.
“Lift your skirt.”
She felt something was off about this request, but suspected it was her own unease. After all, the wound was in a rather private area, so she retreated behind the curtains at the back of the classroom and lifted her skirt.
Ye Lin lowered his gaze, carefully and gently tending to her wound.
Yan Man said, “I have some aloe gel in my bag. Should I apply it?”
“Yes.”
He was now fully focused on her wound. She wanted to say it wasn’t necessary to make such a fuss, but as the cool aloe gel was applied, she couldn’t help but flinch slightly backward. “Don’t rub in circles...”
He looked up. “How else am I supposed to massage it for absorption?”
“...”
That did make sense.
Yan Man couldn’t argue further and swallowed hard, glancing out the window. To her surprise, the neighboring school had already started evening study sessions—it wasn’t far away. She could see the lights and students, and faint bursts of reading voices drifted over intermittently.
The dim night was illuminated by warm yellow lights, yet their classroom remained dark. For a fleeting moment, she recalled that provocative image, making her even more uncomfortable.
She shifted back further, her shoulders bumping into the blackboard, causing the desk to creak loudly.
Yan Man’s eyelids fluttered as he set down what he was holding and leaned closer to her ear, sending her heart pounding.
Seeing her close her eyes, Ye Lin murmured softly, “Hmm?”
Yan Man opened her eyes.
His face blended into the night, hovering just a few centimeters away from hers.
“I was going to say, we can leave now.”
“...”
This distance seemed almost like he was leisurely observing her wandering thoughts. She stayed silent, watching him remain motionless for a long while before pushing him irritably.
“I got it. Let’s go.”
Ye Lin sensed something was off and moved one centimeter closer.
The night heightened sensory perception, especially the ability to discern subtle sounds.
Even in this environment, he still sought out her eyes.
“My girlfriend seems a bit disappointed. Why is that?”
“Do you have no shame?” She reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately denying it. “I wasn’t thinking of doing anything here.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Wasn’t this the equivalent of protesting too much?
Before she could backtrack, sure enough, the man chuckled softly, feigning realization: “So this is what you were thinking?”
“...”
I didn’t think that. I couldn’t possibly—
Yan Man: “The door’s locked.”
Ye Lin: ?
“No,” she clarified quickly, this time genuinely meaning it. “I mean, the security guard locked the door, so we can’t get out right now. We need to call him to unlock it—”
“I understand what you mean.”
Yan Man eyed him suspiciously.
Do you really understand?
Unexpectedly, the man reached out and jiggled the desk.
The old, creaky table groaned loudly, stimulating their hearing.
Yan Man: “What are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
He lowered his eyes: “How’s the load-bearing capacity of this table?”
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