"I don't understand you, professor."

Anne's mouth was dry and her eyelashes hung down in a panic to avoid his eager gaze, and she wrung her wrist harder to resist, trying to get away from him.

The professor's thin lips lifted in an arc, he magnetically said, "I, specializing in all kinds of unintelligibility."

The sweat of Anne's heart was bubbling up again, and she couldn't help but doubt in her heart, she initially thought that he was a calm, introverted and not impetuous person, a person with a story, an upright gentleman who had rich experience.

Did she make mistakes?

"I'm sorry; I don't like people touching me!" Anne said clearly.

"So?" The professor's voice rose and his deep eyes locked on Anne, and for a moment, he said, "You only like to touch people."

"I too..."

"Shh!"

Professor Harris stretched out the index finger of his clean hand and lightly nudged it on Anne's soft cherry-colored lips.

Time seemed to stand still.

The temperature of his fingertips traveled down her lips and into her bloodstream, forming a powerful current that quickly led to her heart and scurried to her brain.

Her face was burning red and hot to the core.

Anne's heart shook irregularly, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, her eyelashes trembled and he gulped, she was nervous and at a loss for words.

Seeing her panic, Professor Harris hooked his red lips and smiled, and his handsome face was filled with malicious and debauched smile.

To sum it up in one word, it is ...evil.

Anne was stunned again, how did this person change so fast?

He was polite and sanctimonious in the classroom, but at the moment it was the image of sleazy men.

What good feeling she had for him vanished in an instant.

She lifted her eyes and was ready to speak, but she saw the professor staring straight at her lips, a searing flame in his eyes scalded her heart.

Anne unconsciously probed the pink tip of her tongue, wanting to habitually cross her lips to relieve the pressure, but it touched the professor's fingertips.

A slightly cool feeling spread over her taste buds, and Anne's tongue twitched and instinctively retracted, she gulped and her face was on fire again.

"Why? Lost your tongue? Is that how you relieve tension?"

The professor said, and his white fingers traced clockwise across her soft and moist pink lips, it traced slow and light before delving slightly into her lips.

Without waiting for Anne to react, he retracted his finger and attached it to her ear, and he inexplicably said, "Anne, I can, you try."

What the hell did that mean?

Anne bit her lip, and the touch of her fingers was still warming as jade.

"That's all it means!"

She hadn't had time to understand his subaudition, and she was pulled into his arms suddenly.

The move was too domineering to refuse.

He forcefully took Anne's soft body and tied it in his arms, so that her softback curves pressed tightly against his majestic fore chest.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

The professor's cold and refreshing scent instantly enveloped her, and although it smelled good, it gave her a sense of crisis.

With the chest rose and fell, the air was suddenly dense with strange factors, heat, crisp, and numbness.......

Ambiguous was on the verge of breaking out.

Anne's heart was beating fiercely, she was both nervous and frightened and at a loss for words, her body stiffened to the bone.

"Smart girl should be able to match the action, understand? Relax."

Hearing these words, Anne's mind was in a mess.

This professor was so unconventional and inscrutable that every word he said was unintentional.

"Unprofessional, you bought the title of professor, didn't you?"

Anne asked coldly and her sensitive body uncontrollably trembled, her voice trembled slightly as she disrupted her breathing in anger.

"Well, yeah."

The professor didn't deny it, the corner of his lips lightly raised; he smiled viciously and leaned close to her soft hair.....