At this moment, I suddenly saw Xie Xiaoxian with misty eyes, her lips puckering as she leaned towards my mouth. Despite Wang Yan's wide world of knowledge, he was taken aback.
Wang Yan hurriedly tried to dodge backward, but who would have thought that Xie Xiaoxian, like an octopus, clung tightly to Wang Yan's neck, refusing to let go.
Wang Yan hastily shouted, "Miss Xie, as the ancients say: Respect your teacher as you would your father..."
However, before Wang Yan could finish his words, he saw Xie Xiaoxian's scarlet lips already approaching his own.
At this close distance, Wang Yan could smell a rich fragrance rushing into his nose.
This fragrance was entirely different from Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's; it was the scent of a mature, intellectual woman.
