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They say alcohol grants courage to cowards.
After the college entrance exams, Si Nanyu, fueled by liquid courage, drafted a long, essay-like confession text. Unfortunately, before she could hit send, the alcohol took over and she passed out cold.
When she finally woke up in the hospital, leaning against the window was a tired and impatient Wen Qingyan.
She was the recipient of that long, cheesy, essay-like confession text. She was also Si Nanyu’s homeroom teacher.
At least, that’s how Si Nanyu thought the story ended before she passed out. Thinking about how she ended up in the hospital for alcohol poisoning right after turning eighteen, Si Nanyu shrank her neck and called out pleasingly: “Teacher Wen…”
“Heh.” A cold snort, paired with Wen Qingyan’s signature move of adjusting her glasses, scared Si Nanyu’s plea of “Please don’t tell my mom” right back down her throat.
Si Nanyu had always respected, feared, and “loved” Wen Qingyan. She never dared to disobey, always being gentle and obedient. Without a second thought, she immediately validated her teacher’s silent scolding: “Teacher Wen, you are right.”
“Is it fun?”
“What…?”
Instead of the expected lecture, Si Nanyu looked up to see Wen Qingyan with reddened eyes. Wen Qingyan asked her, word by word:
“Si. Nan. Yu. Is it fun to pretend you have amnesia?”
“Is it fun to bring your ‘bedroom tricks’ out here?”
Though the people remain the same, their identities have doubled—Wen Qingyan has become her wife. But her wife thinks she is faking amnesia.
In her memory, Wen Qingyan was old-fashioned and rigorous, a woman dedicated to education. Now, that same woman sheds her white shirt, dons an enchanting veil, and “attacks” her multiple times in the middle of the night.
Through various tests and provocations, Si Nanyu remains trembling and cautious, yet she is no match for the extreme contrast Wen Qingyan displays between day and night.
By Day: Wen Qingyan is her cold, overbearing Dean—her direct superior.
By Night: Wen Qingyan transforms into a succubus-like enchantress, draining her energy and sharing tender moments of passion.
Just as Si Nanyu begins to lose herself and grow bold, Wen Qingyan pulls out a Divorce Agreement while tidying the room. Si Nanyu wakes up from her dream—sure enough, she isn’t worthy…
“Do you still want this?” Wen Qingyan asks.
“What is it?”
“The divorce agreement you drafted six months ago.”
I… I drafted this? I actually dared to divorce Wen Qingyan?! Shocked to her core, Si Nanyu grabs the agreement and stuffs it into the paper shredder. “No divorce! Not in a million years! Even a dog wouldn’t get a divorce!”
