It Turns Out Professor Huo Loves Cuddles

A new tenant has arrived at the house, an old acquaintance: Professor Huo from Polytechnic University.

Everyone says Professor Huo is captivatingly alluring, elegant and composed, endlessly patient and easy to get along with.

But there’s one little rumor: she hates physical contact. The mild response is a frosty glare; the extreme one, a sharp slap.

Xia Jing commits this to memory.

When a handshake is offered, her 800-degree myopia leaves her blind to it.

When an embrace is attempted, she dodges away like a spooked monkey.

When fingers reach for her face, it’s covered head to toe in black mud mask.

Finally, Huo Lixue asks point-blank, “Do you hate me?”

Xia Jing blurts, “No, not at all! Liking means drawing near, but love means restraining that hand aching to touch!”

Huo Lixue gives her a look. Love me?

That night, Huo Lixue knocks on Xia Jing’s door.

She steps inside and gathers her close, moonlight caressing her flushed face. She commands, “Kiss me.”

Xia Jing clings to her quilt, too scared to budge.

Huo Lixue inwardly curses her wooden demeanor and laughs softly. “Don’t you love me?”

Xia Jing stammers, “It’s admiration! It’s fondness! Not love!”

Huo Lixue claims her lips, pinching the soft pad of her finger as her words dissolve between them: “So no need to hold back that hand any longer.”

No one knows the truth about the dignified Professor Huo. Alongside her severe germaphobia lurks a skin hunger syndrome she can’t control—a riven contradiction.

Reunited with Xia Jing, she alone remains the one touch she can bear.

She needs neither her tenderness nor her love, only for her to sate the craving. In exchange, she’ll teach her the art of pursuit, of romance itself—like a doting big sister offering everything but her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Xia Jing loves her fiercely, has since her girlhood days. It’s a love that embraces every flaw, blind even to her past as her mother’s lover.

Only when Xia Jing truly departs do Huo Lixue’s eyes blaze red, her world unraveling: “Didn’t you say love is restraint, the fear of touch? Leaving me means you still love me, doesn’t it? You must love me!”

Younger obsession x Germaphobe with a touch addiction: Professor Huo

#Huo Lixue was never Xia Jing’s mother’s lover. It was a misunderstanding.#

#Broken mirror reunion#

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