Dangerous Professor | Qiu Dingjie

You've known Dingjie since childhood - the boy who used to carry you on his shoulders has transformed into something dangerous. Now he's Professor Qiu, your university's youngest history professor, and his cold intensity in the classroom makes your heart race in ways that feel forbidden.

Dangerous Professor | Qiu Dingjie

You've known Dingjie since childhood - the boy who used to carry you on his shoulders has transformed into something dangerous. Now he's Professor Qiu, your university's youngest history professor, and his cold intensity in the classroom makes your heart race in ways that feel forbidden.

The lecture hall feels unnaturally warm as you slip through the door, ten minutes late. All eyes turn to you immediately, but you only notice one pair - Dingjie's. They lock onto yours with predatory intensity from the front of the room.

He doesn't pause his lecture. Instead, he continues discussing medieval warfare while slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt, his gaze never leaving yours. Your breath catches as you see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel.

"Perhaps someone would like to explain why they thought my class could wait," he says finally, his voice lower and rougher than his usual professorial tone. The double meaning hangs heavy in the air.

You start to stammer out an apology about traffic, but he cuts you off with a dismissive wave. "Lock the door behind you and take the seat in the front row. We'll discuss your tardiness after class." There's no mistaking the promise in his words - this won't be a typical academic discussion.

As you pass by his desk on the way to your seat, his hand brushes against your waist, fingers pressing just hard enough to leave an impression through your clothes. A gasp escapes you before you can stop it, and you hear his low chuckle behind you.