Dai Feng’s heart skipped a beat.
She never expected Yan Yu to make such a bold move.
The touch from her fingertips was delicate and warm, like fine suet jade, yet alive with warmth—unbelievably pleasant.
Cough, cough. But seriously, was this scene of them touching each other’s faces between classes a little too intimate?
Dai Feng thought this in her mind, but her hands had already betrayed her reason, gently stroking without control.
Her fingertips traveled upward from Yan Yu’s smooth jawline until they touched her soft, small earlobe.
And Yan Yu actually cooperated perfectly, even squinting her eyes like a satisfied kitten.
That obedient, adorable look made Dai Feng’s heart race again.
But only Yan Yu knew that the reason she had proactively let Dai Feng touch her face was to create physical contact and trigger the [Emotion Perception] skill.
Relying solely on appearance and behavior to judge the mint candy’s effect wasn’t stable enough. She needed to use her skill to confirm that Dai Feng had actually been affected.
After all, the effect only lasted one month. Right now, Dai Feng showed some interest in her, perhaps influenced by the candy, but it was hard to say what would happen after a month. She had to maximize her use of Dai Feng during this period when the candy was active.
As for how far she could exploit the other party, it depended on judging the true extent of Dai Feng’s influence.
While she was thinking, the skill had already activated.
[Dai Feng’s Emotional Exposure: 58%]
[Name: Dai Feng]
[Current Stance: Neutral]
[Current State: Shy, Confused, Startled, Eager to Try, Anxious, Slight Guilt, Sense of Immorality.]
[Emotion Analysis: You suddenly asked Dai Feng to touch your face. The close distance startled Dai Feng and caught her off guard. Perhaps this is because she had already been looking forward to this but never dared to try, and you happened to satisfy her deepest hidden desire.]
[Dai Feng has always liked to maintain an outward coldness and detachment, so she dislikes revealing her soft side. However, in reality, she felt shy about your action and developed more affection for you.]
[Whether it’s due to her relationship with Su Qinghan, the excessive intimacy with you has also given Dai Feng a slight sense of immorality toward Su Qinghan. That sense of immorality might be related to Su Qinghan’s recent situation…]
Wait, what the hell was “Sense of Immorality”?
When Yan Yu saw those three words, she couldn’t help but frown, but what concerned her more was the mention of Su Qinghan’s recent situation in the analysis.
‘The system specifically gave this hint—did something happen to Su Qinghan? Could there be more after her conflict with Jiang Muyun?’ Yan Yu couldn’t make a clear judgment.
Besides that, compared to Ruo Xiaozhen, Dai Feng’s emotional exposure was much lower—only 58%. This meant the information described above couldn’t fully summarize Dai Feng’s entire state. Although she felt a bit regretful, these alone were enough for her use.
At least she knew the mint candy’s effect was good. Dai Feng’s apparent detachment and distance were mostly just a disguise.
In reality, Dai Feng was willing to engage in more intimate actions with her.
Since that was the case, she no longer had to worry about the so-called “boundary” between them. She could use a more proactive approach to close the distance with Dai Feng and then dig out more information about Su Qinghan from her. For Yan Yu, who was familiar with “green tea” tactics, this was just a piece of cake.
“Miss Dai… Miss Dai.”
Yan Yu looked up, meeting Dai Feng’s somewhat dazed gaze, her voice deliberately soft and light.
Dai Feng’s hand was still lingering on her face, seemingly addicted to the touch. It took two calls for her to snap back to reality.
Dai Feng hastily withdrew her hand, forcing calm. “Hmm? What’s up?”
“How do you feel about the face wash’s effect?”
“Very smooth, very soft, feels nice to touch…” Dai Feng answered honestly, then paused, her cheeks slightly flushed, and added, “No, I just meant the effect is pretty good…”
Realizing she had been speaking recklessly, Dai Feng quickly shut her mouth and gave a dry laugh. “Don’t misunderstand. I was just casually complimenting you. No other meaning.”
“Mm, I don’t mind,” Yan Yu smiled, her eyes curving. “Thank you for the compliment, Miss Dai…”
“By the way, Miss Dai, about that face wash you mentioned—I happen to have a few extra tubes at home. If you don’t mind, I can bring them to you next time we meet? That way you won’t have to spend extra money.”
Giving gifts, for Yan Yu, was never just about giving gifts. Killing two birds with one stone—simple gift-giving not only brought her closer to Dai Feng but also created an opportunity for another meeting.
“Ah? This…” Dai Feng initially wanted to refuse. Given her financial situation, she didn’t need such small favors. But on second thought, this was a gift from Yan Yu. These days, everything she thought about was Yan Yu. Who could refuse having a keepsake from someone they cared about in their bag?
“Yan Yu, if it’s your goodwill, I won’t be polite.” Dai Feng readily agreed.
Yan Yu smiled slightly. The two were happily chatting, but neither noticed the bell had already rung, signaling the start of the second half of the class.
Perhaps sensing their inattention, the teacher at the front suddenly raised his voice: “Who’s next? That student there—the one sitting next to Yan Yu in the back—you answer this question!”
Dai Feng jolted, realizing the old professor from the Art Department was actually calling her name. But she was just an auditor! How could she possibly understand those profound art theories?
However, the old professor didn’t care about her status or her embarrassed expression. He stood at the podium and sternly asked, “Listen carefully, classmate. Briefly describe the core difference between Romantic art and Neoclassicism in emotional expression.”
Dai Feng lowered her head, pretending to flip through her textbook, but obviously, she didn’t even know where the lecture was. How could she find the answer?
Just as she was about to break out in a cold sweat, Yan Yu quietly slipped a folded note in front of her. Dai Feng quickly glanced at it and immediately straightened her back.
“The core difference is that Neoclassicism represses emotions to maintain rational order, while Romanticism unleashes emotions to pursue individual freedom. Neoclassicism was influenced by Enlightenment thought, emphasizing reason, order, and morality. Romanticism, as a rebellion against it, emphasizes intuition, imagination, and personal passion.”
She was just mechanically reading—after all, the answer was written by Yan Yu; Dai Feng only needed to recite it.
The old professor at the front nodded approvingly. “Mm, not bad. It seems this class has some capable students.”
Dai Feng finally sighed in relief and slumped back into her chair. Phew, at least she wasn’t scolded. She didn’t care much about others’ opinions, but she didn’t want to show embarrassment in front of Yan Yu.
She turned to Yan Yu with a wry smile. “Thanks for the note, Teacher Yan.”
Yan Yu simply shook her head dismissively. “You’re welcome. It was just a small favor. If you need notes on this topic, I’ll organize them for you after class.”
“Ah… thank you.” Dai Feng didn’t want to admit it, but she was moved by Yan Yu’s kindness once again.
Only when it was time to part did Yan Yu seize the moment to ask the question weighing on her mind.
“By the way, Miss Dai, there’s one more thing I’d like to ask you…”
“What is it?” Dai Feng turned around, her voice carrying a smile.
“It’s about Qinghan…” Yan Yu lowered her head, her hands quietly folded in her lap. “After we met last time, Qinghan never contacted me again. I want to know if she’s been doing well lately. Miss Dai, do you have any news?”
Upon hearing this, the smile on Dai Feng’s face froze for a moment, then transformed into another complex expression hard to describe.
Su Qinghan—she had long anticipated that Yan Yu would ask about Su Qinghan. But could she really tell Yan Yu about Su Qinghan’s current situation?