As soon as he heard the name Emma Sullivan, William Clark felt a chill run down his spine. He looked at Helen Harris, who was actually secretly laughing inside, with a face on the verge of tears, and quickly grabbed Helen Harris's delicate little hand. Heh, if he didn't take advantage of this golden opportunity now, when would he?

Emma Bolton, William Clark's homeroom teacher, wasn't at fault for being ugly, but deliberately going out of her way to scare people with her looks was definitely her problem. Even more unforgivable was her inflated self-esteem—she was always under the delusion that someone was secretly in love with her. Not only did she dress up in a gaudy way, but in William Clark's eyes, she was downright tacky. Anyway, she was the most gossipy woman William Clark had ever seen, a "culprit" who almost made him lose interest in women altogether!

Helen Harris, whose hand was being held, looked at William Clark in shock. She tried hard to pull away but couldn't, her face blushing so red it seemed like it could drip water. "William, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Seeing Helen Harris's shy and bashful expression—her usual brilliance now replaced by this girlish demeanor—William Clark suddenly felt dizzy. He could no longer suppress the urge to hug her, and finally pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. Helen Harris shook her head desperately, trying to escape his wolfish kiss, but when she couldn't, William Clark simply tore open Helen Harris's white blouse, revealing her alluring white underwear. When William Clark finally got his wish and held Helen Harris's full breasts, the inexperienced Helen Harris gave up struggling and began to cry. After all, William Clark's strength was something she simply couldn't resist.

After having his fill of touching Helen Harris's chest, which was as exquisite as a work of art, William Clark looked at her tear-streaked, beautiful face and couldn't help but feel a surge of pity. He wanted to kiss away her tears, but the sobbing Helen Harris refused. After a while, William Clark finally got annoyed and gave the beauty sitting on his lap a hard slap on the butt. "Why the hell are you crying? I didn't even rape you, and you're acting like you're dead!" Helen Harris was so startled that she immediately stopped crying, looking at the angry William Clark with tear-filled eyes. Clearly, her mind was no longer functioning normally.

Although she stopped crying, the deep sorrow on Helen Harris's face was still heartbreaking. William Clark helped her wipe away her tears, and this time Helen Harris didn't refuse—maybe she was afraid of the terrifying look in William Clark's eyes when he got angry. "Someone's coming, stop crying!" William Clark whispered. Still sitting ambiguously on her student's lap, Helen Harris's face changed dramatically. She didn't know whether to hide or not, and was so anxious she almost started crying again. Suddenly, she looked up and saw William Clark's mischievous grin, realized the door hadn't actually opened, and knew William Clark was just trying to scare her. Furious, she pounded on William Clark, but he didn't mind—her punches felt more like a massage. Pinching Helen Harris's chin, he said, "Little Yunyun, have you liked me for a long time?"

Because William Clark had lived with his grandfather in the United States for a few years, his spoken English was almost on par with Helen Harris's. So Helen Harris made William Clark the English class representative, not realizing she was inviting a wolf into the house. William Clark took the opportunity to write passionate love letters to Helen Harris—in English, of course, including many fervent love poems. He would slip them into his homework notebook and hand them to Helen Harris. On the first day of class, when Helen Harris asked everyone to introduce themselves, he used English to lavishly praise Helen Harris. Luckily, the other students were completely confused, or else Helen Harris would have wanted to dig a hole and hide.

Reciting Shakespeare's sonnets and the love poems of Shelley and others was a piece of cake for William Clark, which greatly impressed the proud Helen Harris. She was happy to let this "child" in her eyes "perform" for her, and over time, she herself didn't even realize she had developed a habit.

Just as Helen Harris was about to deny it, the office door suddenly opened. The alert William Clark immediately pushed Helen Harris down to the floor, and the two of them sat on the ground in an even more ambiguous position—Helen Harris's long, elastic legs wrapped around William Clark's waist, her hands pressed against his chest. But at this moment, Helen Harris was worried that their relationship had been discovered, and had no mind to argue with the little pervert who had taken advantage of her. She pricked up her ears, waiting for the next sound. William Clark, seeing her cute expression, pulled her into his arms and whispered, "We're about to get caught in the act!"

Helen Harris quickly covered William Clark's mouth to keep him quiet. If someone misunderstood her relationship with a student, she wouldn't be able to show her face again. The dignity of being a teacher would be completely lost, something she, deeply influenced by traditional values, was unwilling to face.

Because Helen Harris's desk was in the farthest corner of the room, and William Clark moved quickly enough, the newcomer didn't notice anything amiss. William Clark mischievously stuck out his tongue and licked Helen Harris's palm, making her heart tremble and her whole body go weak, almost leaning into William Clark's arms.

"Yanyan, my sweet darling, in my eyes, you are the center of my whole world. I am willing to be a humble little bird, flying low for you! I wish to become that smooth jade pendant, gently swaying by your ear, whispering my longing to you all day long! Let my love be like sunshine, surrounding you and giving you a shining freedom!" A passionate voice rang out, making William Clark and Helen Harris, hiding under the desk, both bewildered and embarrassed. Why did this voice sound so familiar! And who was "Yanyan, my sweet darling"?