During finals week, my crush happened to sit across from me. On the surface, I was studying. Internally, I was screaming "Hubby." [Hubby's Adam's apple is so big, I wanna kiss it. Speaking of big, I wonder if Hubby's...] [Gray sweatpants really do show everything!] [Ugh, studying is torture. I just want Hubby to punish me.] What I didn't know was that my aloof crush could hear every thought. 1 College finals week. In the library. My brain was fried from cramming. Open book— [Napoleon and Josephine.] Close book— [Napoleon married Josephine?] [Wait, wasn't Josephine also involved with someone else? Imagine the drama back then. History is basically a soap opera.] [Ahhh, I'm going crazy! This is why I didn't study for the first sixteen weeks, isn't it? Too much celebrity gossip! Ugh, brain, memorize this! I really don't want to fail!] [College wins. I didn't even care this much about the SATs, but college finals are mandatory passing? Someone set me up.] "Tsk, who is that? Can you shut up?" Sitting opposite me, the campus heartthrob, Paxton, slammed his book on the table. He stood up slowly, frowning as he scanned the room coldly. The other students were instantly silenced, too scared to even breathe. After all, the Pei family donated five lab buildings to the school. No one messed with the eldest son of the Pei family. Being closest to him, my mind went blank for a second. [Huh? Was someone talking and disturbing Hubby? Why didn't I hear it? Did my mental reciting bother him?] [But I was reciting in my head! I didn't make a sound!] [Forget it, maybe I flipped the pages too loudly and annoyed Hubby's eyes. I should move. It would be a disaster if Hubby hated me.] While thinking this, I packed my books into my bag and stood up to leave. Paxton narrowed his long, handsome eyes, glanced down at me, a flicker of darkness passing through his gaze. "Sorry, miss. I must be hallucinating from stress. Didn't scare you, did I?" He called out to stop me. 2 I froze, shaking my head slightly. I lowered my head, face burning, not daring to speak to him, only sneaking glances. Inside, I was fangirling hard: [Ahhh! Hubby talked to me first!] [Guess Hubby wasn't talking about me. No need to move, yay!] [Hubby looks even hotter when he's angry (＾－＾)! Must look more while I can! Profit! Hehe.] [Good thing it's hot today. Hubby is wearing a thin white shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, huge Adam's apple—all on display. Drool. Hubby's Adam's apple is so big, I wanna kiss it.] [By the way, speaking of big, I wonder if Hubby's...] My gaze drifted downward. Paxton's tall, lean body suddenly stiffened. A flush spread from his handsome cheeks to his ears. He grabbed the black windbreaker from the back of his chair, put it on quickly, and zipped it all the way up, covering exactly what I wanted to see, before sitting back down. Seeing this, I quickly sat down too. Afraid someone else would take the seat if I was a second late. After all, the line of girls chasing Paxton stretched from school to his villa. Don't know what luck I had today. There were plenty of empty seats when he came in, but he chose the one opposite me. Lucky day! His roommate sitting next to him whispered: "Pax, aren't you afraid of heatstroke bundling up like that?" Paxton stared absently at his textbook, his peripheral vision drifting towards me. His thin lips pressed into a line as he replied coolly: "Mm, AC is too cold." My mood instantly plummeted. Mechanically taking out my books, I pretended to study while zoning out: [Boohoo, heard men are afraid of cold because of kidney deficiency. Such a pity for Hubby's god-tier face if he's useless.] [Wait, Hubby's roommate is on the basketball team too. Not as hot as Hubby, but at least functional. Should I switch husbands?] [So many hot guys in the world, if this one fails, I'll switch. As long as the new one is good enough, I'll forget the old one~] With some regret, my gaze shifted from Paxton to his roommate. [Damn, we college girls need to look at jock pecs to survive finals week.] But before I could appreciate the view. Zip. Paxton unzipped his jacket quickly, taking it off as if urgently trying to stop something. 3 My eyes were drawn back to him. Maybe because of the heat, his pale face was now flushed like he was drunk. At the same time, his long fingers undid the buttons of his white shirt, one by one. "Eh? Pax, weren't you cold? Why take off the jacket? And unbuttoning?" His roommate looked at him weirdly. "Honestly, you look like you're stripping..." Paxton lifted his eyelids lazily, glancing at me imperceptibly. His lips curved slightly as he interrupted: "Felt hot with the jacket on." A breeze blew from the window. "Achoo." The roommate sneezed unexpectedly. "Then lend me the jacket, I'm suddenly cold." Paxton unbuttoned slowly with one hand, throwing the jacket to him with the other, sneering: "So afraid of cold... kidney deficiency?" "Screw you." The roommate put on the jacket and punched him. Paxton unbuttoned three buttons before stopping. Then, he picked up his pen casually and started working. But when he leaned forward, his broad, pale chest was exposed right in front of me. Below the sharp collarbones were firm, looming pecs. Combined with that alpha face, it was so hot I couldn't look away. This face, this body, definitely better than any top idol! My heart pounded, hand trembling as I held my pen, swallowing saliva uncontrollably: [Boohoo, wanna touch Hubby's pecs, wanna make Hubby eat me out.] [Wait, if I drop my pen on purpose and bend down to pick it up, I can peek at Hubby's...] [No, no, isn't that too obvious? If Hubby catches me, he'll hate me. But I really wanna see...] Just as I was thinking this. Paxton's hand shook, and the pen in his hand fell to the floor, rolling right to my feet. [Ahhh! God! Am I your favorite granddaughter?! You spoil me too much!] Next instant, Paxton slowly looked up at me, his eyes dark: "Um, miss, could you pick up my pen for me? Thanks." For some reason, his usually cold, noble voice sounded inexplicably husky and deep. "O-okay." I nodded blankly, brain fried by his beauty. Trying hard to suppress a grin, I pretended to be expressionless, bent down slowly, reached for the pen, but my eyes naughtily drifted towards a certain place. [Gray sweatpants really do show everything.] [Boohoo, finals are so hard, I'm breaking down, I want Hubby to punish me.] "Pax, I'm going to the bathroom, you coming?" The roommate nudged the upright Paxton. Paxton's handsome lips curved up almost imperceptibly: "No, it's... inconvenient for me to get up right now." "Fine, I'll go myself." Low voices came from above the table. I snapped back to reality, grabbed the pen quickly, sat up blushing, and handed the pen to Paxton guiltily. "H-here, y-your pen." "Mm, thanks." Paxton reached out slowly. My hand shook, accidentally touching his cool fingertips. [I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. What luck today, I touched Hubby's hand!!!] [AHHHHH!!!] Dizzied, warm blood flowed from my nose unbidden. I reached out to wipe it blankly. But the more I wiped, the more it flowed. Paxton grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a few sheets, and handed them to me. "Miss, are you under too much pressure from finals?" His slightly aggressive gaze fixed on me, Adam's apple rolling: "Do you need me to... help you relieve some stress?" Re-relieve? G-God, what kind of dirty talk is this?! I was so shocked my nosebleed stopped. Meanwhile, Paxton slipped a black-gold card into my hand, voice husky and low, carrying a hint of danger: "Miss, if you need anything, find me anytime." Before I could react, he packed up and left without looking back. I looked down. The black-gold card was a key card for the five-star hotel near campus! My face burned instantly. Wait, does he mean what I think he means? Who started the rumor that he was abstinent?! Some people even guessed he was gay because he rejected the school beauty on the first day. Didn't expect Paxton, who looked like a gentleman, to be so wild... The library closing bell rang abruptly. Startled, I looked up at the clock. Just past nine. What? Why is the library closing two hours early today? No time to think, I packed up messily and left. 4 Following the room number on the card, I took the hotel elevator nervously. Even my toes could guess what would happen tonight. I clutched the box of ultra-thin 0.01 XL condoms I just bought, heart racing. Wonder if this box is enough? Seven times a night... Can I handle that? Lost in thought. Before I knew it, I was at the door of the presidential suite at the end of the top floor hallway. Faint sound of running water came from inside. Paxton is showering?! Heart pounding deafeningly, I told myself to stay calm. But when swiping the card, my hand shook so much it wouldn't open. Deep breath, ready to try again. Click. The heavy mahogany door was pulled open by a large hand. Fresh mint soap scent mixed with clear male hormones hit my face. I looked up blankly. Paxton stood there in a very open white bathrobe, leaning lazily against the cabinet. The belt was loosely tied around his lean waist. His massive pecs rose and fell slowly with his breath, making me dizzy. He looked down at me casually, grabbed a water bottle, and drank. Water droplets fell from his hair, sliding down his rolling Adam's apple, over his defined pecs, abs, v-line, all the way down... I gulped, feet nailed to the floor. "What? Not coming in? Standing guard?" Paxton stared at me with a half-smile. I snapped back. My brain, dazed by beauty, cleared up a bit. Thinking about what comes next. I suddenly felt cowardly. Subconsciously turned to run. Us college girls are like this. Talk big game about guys, making everything sound dirty. In reality, lives as bland as water, living like nuns, zero combat experience. A pair of hot hands grabbed my wrists from behind. Turned around. Bang. Paxton slammed the door shut. One hand on the door, the other loosely around my waist: "Trying to run? Too late." Tone flirty and mean, eyes full of aggression. I looked up at him in disbelief. Wait, isn't the legendary ice prince supposed to be restrained? Why so wild?! "W-what do you want?" "Late at night, alone together..." He chuckled, leaning in, deep eyes locking onto my face: "What do you think I want?" Too close. His hot breath drowned me, cold mint scent overwhelming me. I stopped breathing, body stiff as ice. Paxton smirked, lifted me with one arm, and strode towards the large round table in the suite. "On, on the table? I-isn't that bad?" My face burned. Accidentally said my thoughts out loud. He turned to look at me, his dark eyes scary hot: "Where else?" "The bed?" Choked by his bluntness, I looked away in panic. Paxton put me on a chair, opened my... backpack, and placed my textbooks on the table one by one, neatly. I looked at him confused, thoughts flying wild: [What? Why take out textbooks?] [Is this some kinky roleplay? Teacher-student play?] [As expected of him, plays hard.] [How do I cooperate?] [Boohoo, Mr. Pei, no, don't, gentle, slow down, please Mr. Pei~] [Wow, so shameful, so exciting, I like it.] While fantasizing. A pen was shoved into my hand. Paxton pulled out a chair, sat next to me, and opened the calculus textbook slowly with his long fingers: "Miss Ning, which problem can't you solve? Come, Mr. Pei will teach you." Tone serious. Fantasy shattered. Wait? This kind of teacher-student play? I looked up at him in disbelief: "Y-you said relieve stress, you meant teaching me calculus?" He blinked his peach blossom eyes, looking innocent: "Yeah, what else?" "If you learn it and aren't scared of the final, no stress, right?" Did I really think wrong? Still unwilling to give up, I questioned him logically: "Wait? Can't teach calculus in the library?! W-why bring me to a hotel room?! A-and dressed like this?! Who teaches calculus dressed like this?!" "Library would disturb others. Just showered, what else would I wear but a bathrobe?" Paxton flicked my forehead, tone helpless: "Miss Ning, I must remind you, if you keep thinking about nonsense and don't study, you'll really fail." Heh, couldn't tell. The usually selfish Young Master Pei is quite considerate. Actually caring if I, a stranger classmate, pass calculus?! Who understands the redemption of crush turning into calculus teacher? I don't. Calculus! Go to hell!
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