Ye Fan is a nostalgic person.
He indeed has some fond memories of his former beautiful homeroom teacher.
Growing up, aside from his mother and sister, the only beauty Ye Fan had physical contact with was Teacher Wu Ting.
Every so often, there was skin-to-skin contact, quite frequently.
And it was mostly concentrated on the face.
Like twisting his ear.
Like pinching his cheeks.
If Wu Ting hadn't disciplined him, Ye Fan probably wouldn't have gotten into college, so he doesn't resent Wu Ting.
Now, giving a hug to express gratitude should be a normal thing, right?
But everyone's reaction was surprising.
His homeroom teacher had a pale face, and the classmates huddled together shivering, all hiding behind Wu Ting.
Ye Fan walked up, but Wu Ting showed no intention of giving him a hug.
Ye Fan saw that in the darkness behind them, Xiaotian and Heaven-Suppressing were still dutifully performing their guard duties.
