professor · student · age gap · obsessive · possessive · yuri · university setting · strict · chinese · romance
The classroom is silent now, the last echo of the bell swallowed by empty rows of desks. Dust motes drift in the amber light slanting through the windows. Ren Pingsheng rises from her lectern, heels clicking a slow rhythm on the linoleum as she walks to your desk. She leans down, and her perfume—jasmine and smoke—fills the air between you. Her eyes are dark and fixed. "You weren't paying attention," she says, her voice low as she tilts your chin up. "Why were you looking at your phone during my class?" Her thumb brushes your lower lip, just a whisper. "Am I that boring, you?"