Song Xingzhi forgot to breathe!

I thought to myself, maybe it's time and space out of order, otherwise how could he appear?

He is Yang Xutang, her teacher, and the person she once respected the most!

Who is Yang Xutang?

He is the world's most talented man, the grandson of the Yang family in Yuezhou, and the closed disciple of Yao Cong, a university scholar. Enlightenment at the age of three, familiarity with the scriptures at the age of six, calligraphy and painting at the age of eight, the first in the county examination at the age of ten, the first in the village scholar at the age of fourteen, and the first in the examination at the age of sixteen.

After he won the top prize, Yao Cong was the guarantor and returned to Yuecheng to be the youngest Confucian master in Wenhua Academy.

Song Xingzhi involuntarily moved her steps, approaching step by step, wanting to determine if it was her own delusion, she had to see it more realistically!

The streets were getting colder, the lanterns in the tavern were still hanging high, and the dim light dragged their influencers for a long time, and the boy was getting closer and closer to him.

The young man's face became clearer and clearer in front of her: cold eyes, a thin nose, and beautiful thin lips. Yang Xutang is the first beautiful man in the world, his handsomeness is extraordinary, as if he is a fairy in the sky, gentle and elegant, cold and noble.

For a while, many memories of my past life came flooding back!

She's been a villain for twenty-eight years, she's happy, she doesn't have any regrets!

Her only regret is that she didn't seize the opportunity to sleep with Yang Xutang!

Yes, she never cared about those so-called human rules, she just liked her teacher, and then she stepped into a paranoid situation, otherwise she would not have put him under house arrest for ten years.

But she is actually afraid, she is not afraid of death, she is not afraid of the cruelty of the enemy, she is afraid that the man in front of her will hate her, treat her coldly, and be disappointed in her.

But in those ten years, their relationship was very bad, whether she was flattering, pretending to be humiliating or teasing and seducing, he was unmoved, always cold.

Her memory returned to the night before she died, Yuecheng was attacked, she drugged his tea, she couldn't help but suppress the thought of YU that had been suppressed for many years, and wanted to take the opportunity to sleep with him! She wanted to rip off his clothes, she wanted to be in his arms.

God knows why she didn't in the end? She asked Liu Shiru to take him away and blew himself up in the fire.

God let her live again, didn't he give her a chance to sleep with him!

She was already standing in front of him, his handsome face was really in front of her eyes, and she heard her voice tremble: "Teacher......"

Yang Xutang looked down at the young man, and as soon as the young man approached, the thick smell of wine came to his face. His eyebrows twitched slightly. I saw that the young man was dressed in thin plain clothes, and he was trembling.

He slowly untied the big strap, draped it over her, and his long, white and slender fingers tightened the strap around her neck.

“……”

His movements were natural and smooth, his eyes were as warm as water, but Song Xingzhi was stunned.

Why?

He was draping her cape, his eyes were not cold and disgusted, and his movements were so gentle?

There was also his breath and temperature on the cloak, which wrapped her firmly, very warm and smelly.

Yes!

It's not her worst decade, she's fourteen years old, studying under his knees, taught and loved by him, it's not so bad!

Her nose is sore!

Yang Xutang whispered: "Let's go!" ”

Let's go?

Where to go?

But at this moment, no matter where the teacher is going, she will follow closely.

At this time, the snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes fall on their shoulders and hair, and they are unconscious. The master and apprentice stepped on one footprint after another on the snow.

Song Xingzhi caught up several times and wanted to say a few words, but the teacher's face was cold, and her words were swallowed again.

Song Xingzhi has long stopped looking at people's faces, and she is happy at this moment.