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Lu Jia, single since birth for twenty-two years.
An innocent and straightforward little art student, who’s never even held another woman’s hand.
With her graduation project deadline looming, she just couldn’t capture the feeling of passion on canvas. After squatting in a bar for half a month, she finally made up her mind: find someone and experience it firsthand.
After downing a glass of liquor, Lu Jia boldly stopped a stranger who was about to leave.
Trying hard to look calm, she said, “As long as you’re willing, any condition will do.”
The woman, stunning and seductive, stared at her with a half-smile: “Any condition?”
Lu Jia nodded firmly, gearing herself up for the deed.
Only—why was she the one pinned against the mirror that night instead?
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On the first day of her master’s program, Lu Jia walked out of her advisor’s office.
As soon as she looked up, she bumped right into Sheng Shubai.
Those gorgeous peach-blossom eyes lingered on her with a teasing glint: “What a coincidence, little Lu.”
Lu Jia froze.
Wasn’t this the same woman who refused to stop that night in bed?!
She thought it had been nothing more than a one-night stand.
Who knew this woman not only turned out to be a professor in the neighboring department, but also her own advisor’s most hated rival!
Sheng Shubai gave her a long, meaningful glance:
“Why not consider living with me? No rent needed—pay me in other ways.”
Lu Jia hesitated for two seconds, then… got into Sheng Shubai’s car.
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Rong Yi had landed herself a promising student—talented and hardworking.
But her nemesis never missed a chance to pry into her corner, and before long, her obedient student was blushing at the fox-like woman’s teasing.
Rong Yi guarded her fiercely: “You must stay far away from that woman.”
Lu Jia agreed sweetly.
But the next moment, she was sneaking back into Sheng Shubai’s bed.
Until one night, during a group dinner, Rong Yi stepped outside to take a call.
Rounding the corner, she stumbled upon Sheng Shubai pressing her student into the wall, kissing her breathless. That airy, sultry voice drifted over:
“Do you like Rong Yi… or do you like me more?”
Dizzy with desire, Lu Jia thought: How could these be the same kind of “like”?
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Rong Yi—and instantly sobered in fear.
As Rong Yi stormed off in fury, Lu Jia trembled:
Can I even graduate after this?