Trapped in the Professor's Deep Affection and Love

I drunkenly pinched the aloof professor's butt.

"Nice little butt! Venmo me 50 bucks, and I'll take you on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body," I said.

The next day, my fiancé, who had been ghosting me abroad for years, sent me 50 thousand dollars.

He also gave my butt a little pat.

On the lecture podium, the new aloof and restrained professor looked at me with a half-smile.

He said, "Come to my office after class.

"I'll take you on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body."

In the office, the professor trapped me in front of him.

He said, "Didn't you have a wild time last night?"

Last night, outside the bar, emboldened by alcohol, I pinched the butt of a handsome passerby.

I even whistled at him like a flirt.

I said, "Nice little butt! Venmo me 50 bucks, and I'll take you on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body."

I had an elective class the next day.

The new biology professor calmly put down his phone.

He had just sent me 50 thousand dollars and patted my butt.

I met his half-smiling eyes.

He said, "Come to my office after class.

"I'll take you on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body."

"Oh crap!" I groaned.

I had hit on the professor of my elective class.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

He looked so damn much like my fiancé, who had been ghosting me abroad for years.

I spent the rest of the class in paranoid disbelief.

As soon as class ended and I entered his office, he didn't even bother with small talk. He leaned in, trapping me in front of him.

"Lyman Donovan?" I backed up, landing on the desk.

I wondered when he got back.

Should I explain what happened last night?

"Yes," he said.

His voice was low.

His eyes were locked on me, holding back the emotions swirling within.

He hooked his big hand around my waist and pulled me forward, lifting me off the desk.

He smiled.

He asked, "Lilia, what are you backing away for?"

Then, with his proper and dignified face, he cheekily pinched my butt.

I froze, almost losing my balance.

My face turned bright red.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

Were we so close to each other?

He asked, "What are you blushing for?

"Didn't you have a wild time last night?"

I pushed him away. "Don't get so close to me."

He didn't budge. "Weren't you going to take me on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body?"

Lyman leaned close to my ear.

His breath was warm.

He added, "Perfect timing. I have a project I'd like to explore with you."

I groaned.

My face turned red again.

Lyman was one of those people who was completely different from how he appeared.

He had the face of an aloof, restrained man, but it was all a front.

In short, he was both shameless and sneaky.

That night, using my father's influence as an excuse to oversee my studies, he forced me to move out of my dorm and live with him.

Of course, I refused.

He immediately threatened to call my father, so I reluctantly agreed.

Standing in his living room, I wanted to ask, "Who needs a house?"

I dug at the floor with my toes.

I said, "I'll sleep in the guest room."

Lyman bent down and looked at me with a smirk.

He asked, "Lilia, do you want to sleep with me?"

Of course not!

I was just reminding him he didn't need to give up the master bedroom for me.

I glared at him, but he just pinched my cheek.

I grabbed his fingers and bit down.

He winced, then laughed, "You little wildcat."

He carried my suitcase into the bedroom and even helped me make the bed.

Half an hour later, he brought me a glass of warm milk.

My eyes couldn't help but linger on the muscles visible under his pajama collar.

Show-off!

Who was he trying to seduce?

I lowered my head and focused on drinking my milk.

He asked, "Is the room a little warm?"

He tugged his collar open a bit more.

He even paced back and forth in front of me.

Such a tease.

My nose almost started bleeding.

With flushed ears, I quickly closed his collar.

I said, "It's not warm!"

Above me, I felt his intense gaze, lingering on me for a long time.

He said, "Lilia, it's been a few years since we've seen each other, and now you're acting all distant from me."

His voice carried a hint of sadness.

My heart skipped a beat.

He had left for further studies abroad right after graduating college, chasing after his unrequited love. With the pandemic, it had been over three years since we last saw each other.

And when I learned he had someone he loved, I buried the feelings that I had carried throughout my youth.

He got engaged to me because our families were close and it was impossible to refuse.

Now that he was back, it was time to discuss breaking off the engagement.

Thinking of this, I felt a bit bitter.

I said, "I'm not used to it.

"And besides, what are you even doing?"

Lyman tilted my chin up with his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze.

His voice was low and soft.

He said, "I want you to look at me.

"You keep avoiding me.

"Why?"

I muttered, "Why did you come back?"

Lyman wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, catching a bit of the milky white liquid.

His eyes softened. "Because you're about to graduate, silly."

For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment.

So, he came back to break off the engagement.

Then why was he still flirting with me?

I realized he was trying to get back at me for what happened last night.

What a vindictive man! I would not fall for his tricks.