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She was still thinking if she had seen wrongly. That wasn’t him, it wasn’t him. “Old Xuxu, teacher Xuxu isn’t you, it’s not you, right Xuxu?”

How could this be? how could this be? they were clearly two different people. How could this be?

“Mumu.”

The two words floated out of his lips like a ghost’s whisper, but unexpectedly, there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

The tears at the corner of an MU’s eyes trembled, and they finally slid down.

Two lines of tears slid down her face. Looking at his figure slowly approaching, an mu kept trying to retreat, but her limbs were restrained. She could not move or struggle at all. She was like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be cut.

Mumu.

An mu, this name, in this foreign country, only he knew. She only told him because that was her original, most real name.

It really was him.

He actually knew it was her all along. He knew she was a girl, Yingluo. That night, he peeked at her bathing, so he clearly knew everything, right, Yingluo?

An mu shook her head. Her eyes were misty with tears, and she looked at him with a complicated gaze.

There wasn’t only fear in her eyes. After he appeared, many other emotions also appeared.

She really didn’t want him to become like this. She really hoped that he would just be a simple substitute teacher for them, Wanwan.

However, the appearance of the man in front of her had completely subverted her fantasy.

She should have recognized that point long ago.

How many tricks, how many problems. Even when he sent her home that day, he clearly knew her address, but pretended not to know. In the end, she found out the truth. She didn’t want to believe that the source of all these strange things was him.

There was a subtle emotion hidden in the depths of her heart. She wanted to believe that it was pure and beautiful, and not full of conspiracies, tricks, and traps after the outer skin was peeled off.

“W-why is it you, Yingluo?”

An mu shook her head slightly and asked him with red and swollen eyes.

The person in front of him was not just anyone. It was Bo Yi.

However, it was not the first personality.

During the day, he was a cold and arrogant professor, but at night, it was as if he had transformed into a demon, and he was unscrupulous under the protection of the dark night.

At this time, he had already come to the head of her bed. He leaned over slightly, and his long and white fingers were cold as they slowly moved across her small face. No matter how she tried to avoid it, it was to no avail. In the end, he pinched her chin and held her tightly.

“Mumu, what are you afraid of, Yingluo? it’s not the first time you’ve seen me.”

He pinched her chin and said slowly, rubbing and playing with it. His fingers rubbed her lips, and his gaze fell on them, a deep meaning that could not be explained.

An mu had a pair of full cherry lips. They were small, full, and red, and they tasted especially alluring.

At this moment, he was slowly approaching while rubbing it ambiguously.

How could an mu understand the deeper meaning of his words? she almost lost control of her emotions as she watched him approach her. He lied to her. He was not the person in the day at all. He lied to her feelings and lied to her everything. He was a pervert, a stalker, a demon..