Xia Feng subconsciously pressed his hand on Freya's slender waist, his dark pupils slightly lifting, "Let's start."
Freya, hearing this, was momentarily stunned, flustered for a second, "Start, start what?!"
"Rehearsal." Xia Feng seriously suggested from an actor's professional perspective, "Before we actually start the play, we should rehearse a few times to ensure everything is perfect."
"Oh, oh... you mean that." Freya, dissatisfied, patted Xia Feng's black hair and stared down scolding, "You punk, make yourself clear next time. You made me misunderstand!"
"....."
Xia Feng realized this woman really treated him like a child.
"To be honest, Freya, you've already resigned from Weiyang Academy, so strictly speaking, I don't need to call you 'teacher' anymore."
"Ever heard of 'once a teacher, always a mother'?" Freya frowned and frowned again, "You punk, are you trying to betray your teacher?"
"Your school doesn't only have me as a student, right?"
"Huh?!"
