Don't touch the tiger's backside

"You helped your sister so much—what reward would you like?" Yan Zhi asked with a charming smile.

Hearing her insistence on giving a reward, An Yi waved his hand dismissively. "No need, no need. I do good deeds all the time and never ask for credit."

This woman's thought process was something he could never predict—and it was never anything good.

Just as An Yi was about to make his escape, Yan Zhi unexpectedly leaned in closer.

The faint, intoxicating scent of roses seemed capable of igniting desire, and he could even feel the warmth and softness of her alluring body as it pressed against him.

For a virgin, this was absolutely lethal!

"Doing good deeds deserves a reward, little brother, don’t you think?"

Yan Zhi’s breath was as sweet as orchids, her delicate fingers lifting An Yi’s chin. "Is it just me, or have you gotten even more handsome? The more I look, the better you seem."

"Really? I’ve always been this good-looking."

An Yi laughed it off, trying to retreat.

He saw right through Yan Zhi’s ulterior motives—she was after his looks, trying to take advantage of him!

Ugh!

Yan Zhi shook her head, studying his features intently. "Did you start skincare? Even your eyes seem more defined—is this some kind of second puberty?"

An Yi smirked.

After completing his last mission, the system had rewarded him with a 0.5-point increase in charm, boosting him from 8.3 to 8.8.

To put it in perspective, most celebrities in the entertainment industry hovered around seven or eight points. An 8.8 was enough to outshine a significant number of popular stars.

On the streets, he was already in the range where girls would sneak glances at him.

But overall, a 0.5 difference wasn’t that drastic. Women could boost their looks by up to three points with makeup—what was 0.5 in comparison?

Still, Shen Muxuan, who lived under the same roof, hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Yet Yan Zhi had spotted it in just a few glances.

This made An Yi even more wary.

"Uh, I’m kinda thirsty! Gonna go grab some water."

An Yi glanced at Yan Zhi’s tempting figure, feeling his body heat up and his mouth go dry. He needed an excuse to leave.

Yan Zhi gave him a coquettish look, her voice dripping with allure. "No need, I’ve got water right here."

An Yi: "…"

BANG!

The door was flung open.

A man in a blue suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, stormed in with fury on his face. "What the hell are you two doing in here?! Teacher-student relationships are forbidden—don’t you know that?!"

The intimate atmosphere shattered, and the room fell silent.

Someone had been eavesdropping outside?!

"Ugh, this is so embarrassing!"

An Yi covered his face in shame, shuffling awkwardly toward the exit.

But a slender hand grabbed his collar and yanked him back.

An Yi’s expression was deadpan, his will to live gone.

Yan Zhi clung to his arm, deliberately putting on a show of affection. "Wang Shengli, who are you to me? Who I date is none of your business!"

"Seriously, Professor Yan? What could you possibly see in some scrawny, immature loser like him?"

Wang Shengli’s face was pale, his meticulously styled hair now disheveled. He couldn’t fathom what a kid under twenty had that attracted Yan Zhi.

The guy was dressed in cheap clothes and wearing flip-flops, for crying out loud!

Who the hell are you calling a loser?!

An Yi’s eyes burned with anger—it felt like an insult had just been confirmed.

"I happen to love poor, troublesome losers like him. Got a problem with that?" Yan Zhi shot back.

An Yi: "…"

Wang Shengli’s face twisted in rage. "My father is a university board member! Our family’s worth billions! I graduated from Oxford! What does this pretty boy have that I don’t?!"

"Oh, there’s more. He’s good in bed too."

Yan Zhi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she smirked.

An Yi: "…"

He had a feeling this woman was going to be the death of him.

SMACK!

Without hesitation, An Yi slapped Yan Zhi’s firm, round backside, putting on a stern face. "Stop talking nonsense in front of outsiders!"

Hmm. Bouncy. Excellent texture.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he shot her a challenging look.

Bring it on! Let’s wreck each other!

The sound wasn’t loud, and the force wasn’t strong.

But Yan Zhi’s smile froze, her face burning as if scalded.

Never in her life had a man dared to touch her like that. Not one!

And today, this brat actually…

Feeling Yan Zhi’s trembling body beside him, like a volcano about to erupt, An Yi realized he’d gone too far.

He’d assumed she was open-minded, given how freely she cracked dirty jokes and steered conversations into the gutter. Clearly, he’d misjudged.

Ahem. "Maybe we should just stay friends. You’re a university professor, after all—there’s your reputation to consider!"

An Yi coughed lightly, speaking with exaggerated seriousness, emphasizing the words "university professor."

He hoped this would snap Yan Zhi back to reality.

She was still on a mission. Her identity was undercover.

She couldn’t hit him. Definitely couldn’t kill him.

Teachers were the gardeners of the nation’s future, symbols of virtue.

Seeing Yan Zhi’s dark expression as she struggled to restrain herself, An Yi sighed in relief. Hands in his pockets, he drawled, "I know you’re reluctant, but love that ends without closure isn’t what either of us wants. Holding on won’t change anything. Better a quick, clean break—let’s part ways here. Goodbye forever."

With that, he slipped away, pausing only to pat Wang Shengli’s shoulder on his way out.

"Like the spring breeze, I am but a passerby. What’s meant to be yours will find its way to you. Life’s too short—be bold. Even if you fail, at least you won’t regret not trying. Good luck."

After dropping this poetic nonsense, An Yi sauntered off in his flip-flops, his retreating figure the very picture of a melancholic playboy.

Wang Shengli stood there, dazed.

Then, seeing Yan Zhi’s barely contained emotions, he snapped back to reality.

His goddess had just broken up with her younger boyfriend. She must be heartbroken. This was his chance to step in—

Wait.

Chance his ass!

Rage surged through Wang Shengli uncontrollably.

Yan Zhi was still stunning, her curvaceous figure enough to fuel any man’s fantasies.

But the thought of her being with that loser earlier made him want to scream.

If he took her now, wouldn’t he just be accepting leftovers?!

Wang Shengli turned on his heel, tossing the roses into the trash. His face darkened as he spat, "Damn shameless couple!"

Then he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Brother Bao? … Yeah, my girl got snatched by some— No, I didn’t get cuckolded! She wasn’t even mine yet! … Bring as many guys as you can. A hundred, if possible. I refuse to let that loser walk away unscathed."

After An Yi and Wang Shengli had left, Yan Zhi’s face burned crimson with fury.

"That little bastard! How dare he cop a feel like that!"