Allen straightened his stance, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly and examined the wound, it wasn't too bad, and the woman had shown mercy.

The corner of his lips suddenly lifted slightly, as if he was enjoying the bite, and he approvingly said, "It's long overdue."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and looked at Anne, and he stretched out his thumb to wipe away the water stains on the corners of her lips, his fingertips lovingly stroke on her satin cheeks.

His movements were respectful, without a hint of frivolity, giving the illusion of deep affection.

"Anne, I've started."

The professor put away all his evil ideas and said calmly, "I've clung to many things in my life, but you will be the only good thing that I cling to."

When he said this, his attitude was extremely serious, meticulous, steady, and atmospheric, and his handsome face was without half a tease on it.

After saying that, he let go of her face and turned around gracefully like a gentleman, leaving behind a glimpse of a breezy and remarkable back.

Anne gasped sharply and looked at this figure that was also righteous and evil.

"Already started", what did that mean?

"I cling to many things in my life, but you will be the only good thing that I cling to", what did that mean?

He was going to cling to her?

The professor walked to the door and turned back suddenly, his deep and unfathomable eyes swept over her abdomen.

The sight was like a profound laser that could penetrate the skirt to see through the contents, and Anne was so scared that she did not know where to put her hands and feet.

A moment later, he lifted his deep, dark pupils and asked in a serious tone, "Is your body okay?"

A man who had kept his body like a jade for 28 years, you had broken it. Was your body getting too much nourishment?

It was without rhyme or reason!

Shameless and dirty!

Anne turned around and ignored him, holding the sink without moving a muscle.

Her mind was in turmoil.

She looked over and over at her hands, which were clean and without any trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, she clearly remembered that she had been molested, and his mellow breath was still in her mouth, stirring into her internal organs.

The back of her hand touched her lips and she looked up at herself in the mirror, she was somewhat confused.

Not knowing if she was having an amnesia attack, or if she was delirious, she banged her head and walked out of the bathroom and back into the classroom.

The enthusiasm in the classroom was high, and Professor Harris was sitting at the podium with his legs folded in front of him, he was sipping tea and ordering the class president to distribute gifts to everyone with great vigor.

In addition to Anne, each student received a sapphire-encrusted wolf's-eye brush with a sparkling texture that heralded a great value.

That was very expensive!

"Hooray, Your Excellency, Professor!"

In an instant, the students worshipped Professor Harris with all their bodies and souls, and all of them were conquered by the professor's charm and verve.

Anne walked to take her seat, and she was rather disdainful in her heart. This man was so good at cajoling people; maybe he had some special purpose.

She lowered her head and continued to practice her writing, trying to squeeze out the panic of being offended just now through mental concentration; the paper was full of........... Allen Harris.

It was crazy, why would she write about him!

Anne was just about to rip it off when the dreaded belly-black professor came over again.

He didn't take his medication when he went out, did he?

Anne fidgeted and her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest. She stood up and tried to escape, but the professor pinned her back with a slap.

"Anne, this one is the toughest one for you."

Professor Harris gracefully pulled over her hand and placed an ink brush into her hand; his large palm wrapped around her hand and held it tight.

The temperature in his hand came again, running through her blood and wandering all over his body.

She shuddered slightly and her palms sore again.

"I don't want it." She said in a detached tone of refusal.

"I'll let you take it."

The professor's eyes carried a cold aura that could not be disobeyed, and his tone was so domineering that she could not refuse.

"......."

The manly aura was so strong that Anne didn't dare to disobey.

The brush was also set with sapphires, but the body was ivory and very hard, which was a bit thicker than others.

"Only a hand as soft as yours is worthy to hold this level of firmness."

Seeing that she no longer refused, the professor was much happier, the corners of her lips lifted slightly and he smiled.

Anne wrinkled her eyebrows, the words seemed to echo the one he said when he washed her hands, and both were so hypocritical.

Damn it!

In broad daylight and public, you were still so unrestrained.

"Thanks, Professor, it's not good to be too hard, it will hurt your hands and it's easy to be discarded."

Anne opened the sarcastic mode, her exquisite five features injected aura and a flicker of sly light flashed in her eyes, and she looked at him with disdain and defiance.

Seeing her agile appearance, Professor Harris once again smiled, and the delightful smile carried an unruly, unassuming, and unapologetic quality that continued deep into his eyes, rippling with crystalline light.

They looked at each other, as if they would have a battle.

The professor held her slender hand suggestively, and his thumb gently rubbed the back of her delicate hand as a current left the back of her hand and rippled into her heart.

"You are on the right path, nice."

He came to her ear and his voice was flat, mature, and introverted, and only Anne could hear the wickedness in it.

"I've got some softer, thicker ones here; do you want to use them?"

What?

It would be weird if he said that with a brush!

Anne felt like she was not on the right path, but fell for her trap, the man was so scheming!

"The length might not be enough, never mind." Anne frowned and said calmly, and there was sarcasm in her tone.

The professor smiled confidently and looked at her with starry eyes, "Not enough? Didn't you measure it and forget it? Here, measure it again?"

After saying that, he took her hand and slowly reached for his body.

The specific position was right of the left leg and left of the right leg.

Anne was so scared that cold sweat broke out and she dared not to say anything.

The hand stopped a moment before it touched him.

Across the table, her arms weren't long enough, but she still felt a hot, toasty power coming through the air.

"It doesn't seem like a convenient place to measure it, another place?"

The professor's eyes flashed with a teasing wickedness, and he lowered his voice to ask, his voice was magnetically low and muffled with disorientation.

"No...No need."

Anne covered her eyes and wanted to die.

Her face was hot and it instantly covered with a strange red halo, and her teeth bit her lower lip and slowly released, her lips were very watery and messed with the professor's mind.

The professor's heart fluttered, this was a malicious girl, and she was tempting him by biting her lip at the moment.

He was so full-blooded, could he withstand the temptation?"

His voice lifted and his tone disguised as serious, but it hid a deep ambiguity, as if he could pull it out at any time.

Anne was so nervous that she swallowed her saliva, not knowing how to answer.

I definitely couldn't have it.

But if he said no, he would say she liked it hard.

Either way, she fell into his trap.