"Mo Chuxi, I don't want your reputation to be ruined because of me."
Yan Xinxin spoke softly, loosening her grip on his shirt.
"You're overthinking it."
Mo Chuxi's lips curled into a casual, nonchalant smile.
"No one dares to report on my private affairs."
"But you're really my teacher."
"I'm only a temporary substitute."
"That doesn't change anything!"
Yan Xinxin lifted her delicate, petite face, her soft brows knitted lightly.
"A teacher is still a teacher."
"Then, when this term ends, I'll refuse to teach as a substitute anymore, hmm?"
"..."
What on earth!
Hearing Mo Chuxi's response, Yan Xinxin was utterly stunned.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she see a fleeting trace of indulgence in his eyes?
Lost in her daze, Yan Xinxin was abruptly brought back to her senses when her phone started vibrating.
He glanced at the caller ID briefly, then slid the phone back into his pocket.
