Monday’s early reading session had already been underway for a while, yet the seat beside him remained empty. Zhou Tingzhao gazed at the vacant seat, lost in thought.

The previous night, he had a strange dream. In it, he saw her naked, pinned beneath a man, their lower bodies tightly connected. Intimate fluids overflowed from their point of connection, and with each movement from the man, she trembled and panted.

She seemed to be crying, appearing both innocent and lewd.

At times, he felt like an observer, and at other times, he seemed to be that man pressing down on her, taking her desperately, then gently kissing away her tears.

Those sensations floated, elusive, yet were so vivid that he awoke to find himself excessively hard.

He had dreamed of Sang Ru before, but the scenes were never this explicit. He guessed it must be related to the absurdity at the library, which allowed him to become uninhibited in his dreams.

More than half of the early reading session had passed when Sang Ru finally snuck in through the back of the classroom. With no teacher present, she had escaped a potential ordeal.

Upon waking yesterday morning, she realized that her satisfying encounter with Zhou Tingzhao had been entirely a dream. The previous fullness now gave way to emptiness. Sang Ru cursed Zhou Tingzhao as a bastard while pleasuring herself again.

She spent the entire day reviewing all high school subjects—only a little over a week remained until the first mock exam.

Having not slept well, Sang Ru yawned. Her gaze fell on Zhou Tingzhao’s profile, and she couldn’t continue her yawn. She had originally planned to say good morning to him, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Zhou Tingzhao felt similarly, first because of the awkwardness from the library incident, and second because he felt somewhat guilty about imagining her that way in his dream. Additionally, for the past couple of days, he had been feeling… subtly agitated.

She was too dangerous, making him dangerous as well.

The two passed the entire morning in silence. Sang Ru went to the cafeteria with Li Chenfei for lunch. Upon returning, she found someone sitting in her seat.

Xue Lu sat in her place, turned sideways to listen to Zhou Tingzhao. She nodded occasionally. They hadn’t noticed her approach. As Sang Ru drew closer, she could hear Zhou Tingzhao explaining problems to her, patient and gentle, no different from how he explained things to her.

Li Chenfei tugged at her hand and deliberately coughed twice: “Someone’s in your seat. Sit here with me, Sang Sang. Yang Fan hasn’t come back yet anyway.”

Sang Ru said nothing, but Xue Lu finally noticed her and hurriedly stood up, saying, “I’m sorry, please sit.”

Zhou Tingzhao showed no reaction, not even turning to look at her. Sang Ru sat down, feeling a lump in her throat. Her anger grew upon hearing Zhou Tingzhao’s next words.

“It’s fine, let’s go to your place,” Zhou Tingzhao said.

Xue Lu was taken aback momentarily before smiling: “Sure!”

The two went to Xue Lu’s seat to continue their session of one explaining and one listening. Li Chenfei came over and fumed, “What’s wrong with these two?”

“Filming a campus drama, I guess,” Sang Ru didn’t even raise her eyelids.

The talented scholar and beautiful lady, a perfect match.

You’re something else, Zhou Tingzhao. Just because I touched you there through your pants? Not speaking is one thing, but to hold such a grudge that you won’t even look at me? Fine, just fine!

When Zhou Tingzhao returned, Sang Ru was napping on the desk. Her head buried in the crook of her arm, her tied-up long hair swept to one side, exposing her delicate nape.

He also leaned down, and her gentle breathing seemed amplified, traveling to his ears across the wooden desk.

His throat grew dry again.

There were still a few people at noon. If he didn’t walk away, he would be alone with her, yet being with her made it impossible to control those improper thoughts.

She was beautiful today, beautiful every day. No matter what she did, she always distracted his mind. Seeing her face, he would imagine her crying and begging to be taken, unclearly saying she wanted it, then not wanting it the next moment.

Continuing like this would lead to a loss of composure, so he could only escape.

During the afternoon self-study session, Li Chenfei passed a note to Sang Ru, which required Zhou Tingzhao to hand it over.

He placed the note on her desk. After an entire afternoon, she finally raised her head from her work, regarding him coldly, tilting her head slightly.

“From Li Chenfei to you.”

Only then did Sang Ru pick it up, reading it and writing a reply.

Zhou Tingzhao waited for her to finish, ready to pass it back, but he heard her reach behind him, snap her fingers to call Yang Fan, and hand the note to him instead.

Bypassing him, giving it to someone else.

Zhou Tingzhao’s hand paused while solving problems, his train of thought completely disrupted.

It had been like this originally. She had been like this before.

Meeting face to face, she would ignore him, never greeting him. She had discussed problems with many people, but never approached him.

He knew she disliked him; almost everyone knew they didn’t get along.

But suddenly she began to smile at him, her eyes always seemed to contain light, sometimes she even acted coquettishly, wanting to choose him as her deskmate, writing his name, even arranging to study together, and furthermore, they had even more intimate physical contact…

Human desires are truly insatiable, Zhou Tingzhao thought.

She had only changed for those few days, yet he found it hard to tolerate her attitude returning to how it was before.

Is this all it takes to upset you, Zhou Tingzhao?

There’s nothing to be upset about, he thought—

Later, perhaps I can manage to add one more chapter.