Ding Muchen's face was a picture of shock, her eyes seeming to ask, "How did you know?"
Sun Dasheng gently touched her beautiful cheek. "You forgot. Before the New Year, I picked a few students from your class for a short play, and they were two of them." As he spoke, he started to point ahead, but Ding Muchen stopped his hand.
Her eyes were full of pleading. "Don't! Don't let them see us."
While those in the front row couldn't see the back row clearly, people in the back had a perfect view of the front. So, in truth, the young couple up ahead hadn't noticed any of their movements. But Ding Muchen had a guilty conscience and was terrified of being recognized by her students.
"Then give me a kiss," Sun Dasheng said, stating his condition.
Ding Muchen glared at him through clenched teeth, but he was unmoved.
SMACK! She gave him a fleeting peck, light as a dragonfly skimming water, and pulled back instantly.