The distinct fragrance of a woman instantly filled Ye Xuan's nostrils. Though his hand was held by Teacher Yun Aoxue—a woman adored by countless male teachers and students at the academy—Ye Xuan felt anything but thrilled.
His eyes widened in a pained and reproachful expression. "Teacher Yun Aoxue..." he wailed. "C-could you be a little gentler...? My... my... *hiss*... You're squeezing... it really hurts..."
BANG BANG BANG!
A rapid succession of doors flew open, one after another. Heads poked out, and countless silent gazes, like ghosts in the dead of night, fell upon Yun Aoxue and Ye Xuan.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Ye Xuan and Yun Aoxue holding hands. They were collectively petrified, and the entire dormitory area fell deathly silent.
"What are you looking at? Get back to your cultivation!" Yun Aoxue roared murderously.
SLAM!
All the dorm doors instantly slammed shut in unison, as if it had been rehearsed.
