The seven years between me and Zha Gong

"Other methods?" Lan Weiyu was a little at a loss, Fang Qiyan's fingers touched Lan Weiyu's lips, his voice was low and bewitching: "Teacher, is it okay?"

Lan Weiyu swallowed, his Adam's apple fluctuated up and down, and he said in a trembling voice: "No, in case someone comes later..." Fang Qiyan took a step forward, and the tip of their noses almost touched. Leaking in, Fang Qiyan's outline was coated with a layer of soft light, and Lan Weiyu felt that he was so good-looking that he was shocked.

"Is it okay? Teacher." The boy's voice was slightly hoarse and bewitching. 7