Time crept toward noon.

The scorching sun made Yun Mingxin slightly dizzy.

Thankfully, he hadn’t brought any textbooks or materials for his elective class.

Electives rarely required supplies—just attentive listening and neat notes.

They were only meant for casual exposure; true mastery demanded relentless effort.

Relaxed, Yun Mingxin didn’t bother pretending to adore studying like others did, hauling stacks of books just to impress the rumored gorgeous teacher.

They sweated buckets for nothing.

As Yun Mingxin stepped out of the teaching building, heading for the school gate, an ordinary sedan pulled up and blocked his path.

Confusion flickered across his face—then the window slid down, revealing a playful yet stern expression.

Kujou Yukihime sat perfectly poised, yet radiated wild elegance. The mundane car suddenly exuded nobility.

“What are you waiting for? Get in!” she chided, shooting him a mock-annoyed glare. “A true friend never keeps a lady waiting. It’s terribly rude.” Her voice carried a teasing lilt.

Yun Mingxin flushed, recalling how he’d dragged her into the woods moments ago, whispering those embarrassingly earnest words.

He wasn’t shy about romance—but confessing to his *teacher*? Mortifying.

He obediently walked toward the backseat. Just as his hand reached for the door handle—

The car lurched forward, executing a sharp turn. Now he stood beside the front passenger seat.

Her smug smile warned him: *This seat only.*

*So I’ve even lost the right to choose where I sit?*

*How tragic.*

With a quiet sigh, he slid into the passenger seat.

Immediately, something felt off.

He’d ridden in ordinary cars before—but this one was different. The seat was expertly calibrated, angled perfectly for an unobstructed view ahead. The cushioning was ideal: firm like a train seat, yet soft like cotton. No trace of engine fumes lingered—only Kujou Yukihime’s delicate fragrance.

*Now I truly understand "fragrant carriage, beautiful woman."*

The car glided forward, unnaturally smooth.

“Is this car modified?” Yun Mingxin blurted. Boys always loved tuned vehicles—maybe it was the memory of that S-Class speeder from his past.

“Mhm!” Kujou Yukihime confirmed, pride warming her voice. “I hate flashy sports cars, but regular sedans are too stiff and slow. So I customized this plain one for my private life.”

Watching her mature face light up with childlike glee, Yun Mingxin could only smile.

His gaze drifted over the car’s interior. Simple decorations. A crimson safety charm dangled from the mirror, hand-stitched with the words *Safe Travels*. No luxury items—just humble, meticulous details.

*So unlike her,* he mused. *Noble and mature, yet brimming with innocent mischief.*

He glanced at the driver.

His pulse jumped.

Kujou Yukihime had kicked off her heels. Now, clad in sheer black stockings, one foot pressed the clutch while the other danced playfully—tapping the brake, then recoiling like it’d been shocked. Boredom made her restless.

Yun Mingxin’s throat went dry. The stockings glowed faintly under the sun, revealing flawless skin beneath.

*Damn it. Don’t you know your own allure?*

He tried to look away—but an invisible force pinned his gaze. His fingers itched to reach out.

*Hey. Bad thoughts.*

*Snap out of it!*

*She sees you as a friend! You’re fantasizing about a wife?!*

Inside him, armies of rational thoughts and desires clashed.

Three minutes passed. Finally, reason won.

Excalibur sheathed itself.

His head turned away millimeter by millimeter—a hard-won victory.

*Phew.*

He exhaled sharply—

Only to lock eyes with Kujou Yukihime. Her mischievous gaze held his, brimming with amusement.

They’d stopped at a red light. Cars queued behind them.

*Mortified.*

He’d been caught staring at her legs.

Kujou Yukihime leaned close, her warm breath tickling his ear.

“I don’t mind you looking,” she whispered, voice melting like honey. “I always dress like this when driving this car.”

“And so far... o-n-l-y you have ever ridden in it.” Her tone dripped with playful challenge.

Before Yun Mingxin could react, she straightened back into her seat.

The car moved. He stayed silent, heart pounding.

They passed rows of flamboyant kapok and banyan trees, petals blazing under the noon sun.

The sedan turned onto a bumpy side road. With a jolt, Kujou Yukihime’s stockinged foot slipped onto Yun Mingxin’s lap.

The fabric brushed his thin summer pants—tingling, warm.

Dazed, Yun Mingxin barely registered the sudden stop. His head snapped forward from the inertia.

“We’re here!” Kujou Yukihime unfastened her seatbelt.

Outside stood an exquisite countryside villa, nestled against mountains and water. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blossoms.

Yun Mingxin couldn’t help staring.

Kujou Yukihime chuckled softly, noticing his gaze.

“If you’re still thinking about *that*,” she said, kicking off her heels again and stretching her foot toward him, “since it’s you... you can touch it.”