Fancy Me, Professor!

The sun set in the sky as fresh colors brushed upon an artist's canvas, as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art—one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul.

The orange gold stretches far and wide, the color of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.

Shu Xian was asked to deliver books to other offices. As soon as she finished delivering the new college books filtered by the chief librarian to be assessed by each of the college department's professors, she decided to admire the sunset as she walked through the corridor, back to the library.

As she sighed, she noticed that the corridors by this time were empty, making her think that most of the students had left the university earlier as if they were still in high school—needing to leave the school grounds once classes have been dismissed.

However, as she was walking, she was soon distracted by a sound that she was hearing from one classroom, making her look through the space of the opened door.

The moment she peered through, she saw Professor Pan An fixing his things. He was stacking the papers together and was keeping his pens in his pencil case. He also removed his eyeglasses and put it inside its case for safekeeping.

Shu Xian cocked her head to the side. Seeing as the papers were marked with ink already, it indicated that Pan An might've stayed to check the papers so he would have a lesser workload at home.

Shu Xian looked at the professor. Even after his classes, he still looked mesmerizing—how he entered the class in the morning, still looking that attractive despite the number of classes that he had in a day.

His hair was still perfectly combed in place and he still looked sophisticated and mysterious. If any woman laid their eyes on him, they would find themselves gaping at the professor until their attentions would be called.

Shu Xian bit her bottom lip and shook her head. When she realized that she was one of those who were looking at him with expectant eyes, she wanted to leave, but alas, her knee hit the door, the sound getting Pan An's attention.

As soon as the head of the professor shifted to Shu Xian, the young lady winced and rolled her eyes, already noticing that Pan An is looking at her.

'Very smooth, Shu Xian,' the young lady thought to herself, 'You got the attention of the man you've been wanting to avoid.'

"Shu Xian?"

With Pan An calling out, Shu Xian smiled, turning her body to look at him and greeted him casually.

"Hello, Professor Pan An," she greeted, both of her hands behind her back. "I was just passing by. If you'll excuse me, I need to go back since it's still duty hours."

As Shu Xian was about to escape, Pan An quickly walked towards her, pulling her by the arm and completely closed the door.

With him turning off the lights and drawing some curtains to cover windows that would show them, he only left one specific window with undrawn curtains to give them light, the sunset passing through to give them a rather orange classroom—somehow, a rather romantic setting.

Shu Xian felt her heart racing in her chest. With her alone in the classroom with Pan An, she didn't know why, but she couldn't avoid his gaze. She shyly stared straight into his eyes, her lips slightly parted before she even spoke.

"P-Pan An," Shu Xian stammered, no longer addressing to him as professor since they are alone in the classroom and the corridors are empty. "I can't be late to my duty hours. Ma'am Wang Fang is expecting me with my updates."

With that said, Pan An didn't know why. He couldn't help but hold some strands of Shu Xian's hair, his eyes not leaving hers.

The small gesture made Shu Xian's heart race, the girl already avoiding his gaze. The moment she did, Pan An couldn't help but sigh, surprising the girl when he rested his head on her shoulder.

"P-Pan An? What's wrong?" Shu Xian asked, furrowing her brows. "Is the hangover getting to you?"

"No," Pan An answered, letting out another sigh as he shook his head against her. "It's just… I couldn't keep it out of my head."

"What is it?" Shu Xian asked, not daring to move since Pan An is resting his forehead on her shoulder.

"Nothing…"

As they stood still like this for five seconds, Shu Xian felt conscious of herself. With her heart beating crazily in her chest, she softly pushed Pan An away from her shoulder, already getting away from him as she walked to the middle of the room, near a table.

"If it's nothing, then, I hope you'd forget about it and then let me go."

When Pan An heard this, he then remembered the conversation that they were having a while ago. It is what's bothering him since Shu Xian ran away from him, making him think why Wang Lei didn't want to tell him the answer that he needed.

With this in thought, Pan An felt slightly frustrated, now surprising Shu Xian as he walked towards her, making her bump the stacked papers that were on the table as she leaned on it.

"P-Pan An? What—"

Before Shu Xian could even escape, Pan An put both of his hands on either side of the table, not giving Shu Xian a chance to escape.

With her slightly sitting on the desk as Pan An's body was near hers, Shu Xian had a sudden thought in mind, thinking about the topic that he had with Wang Lei and Zhang Ren.

'Should I… test something out—something… suggestive?'

With Shu Xian's hand slowly reaching out to Pan An's necktie to touch it, his body froze, unmoving.

If he would be in a situation like this with another woman, he would push them away since it is not Ruo Xi but for some reason…

He wouldn't want Shu Xian to stop.

"What are you doing?"

Shu Xian didn't answer. With her hand tightening around the necktie, she blushed as she looked at Pan An, what she said the answer to his question, but making sure she wouldn't tell him that it's all for him.

"Testing what Wang Lei taught me."

'Oh?'

Pan An didn't know why, but his eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance, thinking that Shu Xian is using him for an experiment.

With a smirk coming to his face, he then surprised Shu Xian the moment he inched in closer, his breath fanning over her lips as he spoke.

"Then want to know the result you could get with what you're doing?"

"Huh?"

Not answering her question, what Pan An did made Shu Xian widen her eyes—Pan An, smoothly landing his lips on hers.