Stepping out of school,
Lu Chengzhou’s steps felt slightly unsteady.
Beside him, Meng Wanyu shone like a brilliantly lit beacon in the night.
Nearly every gaze locked onto her.
Naturally, Lu Chengzhou walking at her side drew attention too.
“Who’s that guy?”
“No idea.”
“He’s actually kinda handsome.”
“But he looks so weak.”
*Looks weak…*
Hearing that as a grown man, Lu Chengzhou’s mood plummeted.
Sure, his aura might be soft—but his physique? Solid.
Every muscle line was clearly defined. No doubt about it.
*Pfft.*
Meng Wanyu suddenly giggled.
Lu Chengzhou glanced at her.
“Meng Wanyu, is something especially funny?”
“Not funny. Just happy.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, letting dappled golden sunlight filter through the leaves onto her cheeks.
“This is my first time on a date with a guy. Feels… interesting.”
“Is that so…”
Lu Chengzhou sighed inwardly.
He found zero interest in it.
Only crushing pressure.
They walked far along the sidewalk circling the school, nearing downtown.
Luxurious, high-end boutiques lined the street—Lu Chengzhou felt even more uneasy.
Meng Wanyu, however, seemed utterly accustomed.
Sensing his tension, she changed plans.
“How about the library over there?”
She pointed to the silver-gray building at the street’s end.
Lu Chengzhou shook his head.
“Books there are pricey—usually 20% above market. Plus a mandatory entry fee. Most students wouldn’t go.”
“It’s a branch my family runs.”
“Uh.”
Lu Chengzhou froze mid-step.
Seeing his stunned face, Meng Wanyu nearly laughed again.
“No need to tense up. You’re right—I agree.”
She turned and walked toward it.
Lu Chengzhou followed silently.
“But places like this don’t sell books. They sell service. You’ll see.”
…
Ten minutes later.
Meng Wanyu swiped a VIP card at the entrance and led him straight to the exclusive reading room.
Lu Chengzhou had never been somewhere this upscale.
Pushing the door open revealed three floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Then—two servers in maid outfits with cat ears appeared, offering tea and water.
Lu Chengzhou glanced twice.
*So this is the “service” she meant.*
*Pure fan service.*
After tea came fruit platters, snacks, and a suited man playing butler, introducing new arrivals.
Meng Wanyu waved them out.
Soon, only the two remained in the spacious room.
Lu Chengzhou stood abruptly, grabbed two random books, and sat—pretending to read.
Meng Wanyu propped her chin, measuring the distance.
“Ah… maximum distance.”
*Teacher Lu isn’t playing fair.*
*It’s a date. Leaving me here?*
*“Reading”? Really?*
“Teacher Lu,” she tapped the table, “three seconds. Sit closer—or keep your distance.”
“This isn’t date-appropriate spacing.”
She began counting down.
Before “one,” Lu Chengzhou spoke.
“Has anyone ever defined the *correct* distance for a date?” He mirrored her pose, chin in hand, meeting her gaze.
A sharp question.
Meng Wanyu paused—then smiled.
“There wasn’t one. Now there is. You sit where I can reach you. Understood?”
Lu Chengzhou blinked.
*Wait—she can just make rules?!*
*That’s cheating!*
She rose and walked toward him.
He subtly tried hiding the spare chair—but she bypassed it entirely.
She sat directly on the table before him, looking down.
“Teacher Lu… I said *be good*. Did you forget?”
*Dodging her isn’t “good.”*
*Though… a disobedient Teacher Lu really hits her kink.*
*The more he resisted, the more thrilling it felt.*
Her empress-like aura made him instinctively lower his gaze.
He fought to stay calm.
“I feel… this doesn’t quite feel like a date.”
“No matter.” She echoed his words with a teasing smile. “No one defined the *right* atmosphere either.”
Lu Chengzhou sighed.
*Self-inflicted karma.*
*Shouldn’t have said that.*
Meng Wanyu shifted closer, studying him.
Lu Chengzhou held a book—but not a single word registered.
How could he, under her stare?
Her fingers lightly brushed his cheek, traced his jawline, then lifted his chin.
He had no choice but to meet her eyes.
Meng Wanyu smiled radiantly.
“Teacher Lu… has anyone ever said your eyelashes are long?”
“Hmm. No one has. Now someone has.”
He tossed her words back.
She leaned in closer.
Now—close enough to feel each other’s breath.
Escape was impossible.
Then her palm settled on his chest.
His heartbeat betrayed him instantly.
“Teacher Lu… why’s your heart racing? Scared? Nervous? Or… thinking *naughty* thoughts?”
She licked her lips.
“The proper Teacher Lu isn’t so proper after all, is he?”
Lu Chengzhou kept his face neutral, holding her gaze.
One second.
Two.
…
Five.
His expression stayed calm.
Even his pulse steadied.
“Think you’ve passed the test?”
Meng Wanyu slid off the table, swung her leg, and settled onto his lap.
Only the fashion magazine in his hands remained between them.
Lu Chengzhou went silent.
*What doujinshi scenario is this?!*
Meng Wanyu placed her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head with a playful smile.
“So… how about *now*?”
