Being stared at so intently by three men made Jiang Qingli's scalp crawl, and she silently cursed Ye Linyuan in her head.
'I told him to stay put. It would have been one thing if he'd just ignored me, but of course he had to stir up trouble.'
Thinking fast, Jiang Qingli put on a perfectly straight face. "Oh, well, you see, I haven't been to the academy in two months, and there's just so much I don't understand. I wanted to ask Professor Ye... to tutor me."
After she finished, even she thought it was the perfect excuse, and her chin lifted unconsciously.
Only to be met with a cold scoff.
"So this is how an honorary professor from the Royal Empire College dresses for a private tutoring session."
With his arms crossed, Qin Muye leaned against the wall, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Ye Linyuan's slightly damp hair, his loose bathrobe, and the hand resting on Jiang Qingli's waist. Contempt flashed in his grayish-blue eyes.
"What sort of 'proper' lessons can be taught like that?"
