Zion noticed Gwen gazing at him with those wide, expectant eyes again.

With a chuckle, he reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out a sleek wallet, and carefully extracted a platinum card. He placed it in her outstretched hand and said with a smile, “This is my secondary card. There’s no credit limit.”

Gwen gasped softly, then teased, “Wow, aren’t you generous? Thank you, Teacher Qin.”

Zion gave her a light tap on the head.

Not missing a beat, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned mischievously, “Thank you, my sugar daddy.”

Zion’s response was to pull her close, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her fiercely. Though he once carried himself as an educator and now as a refined businessman, he found himself utterly smitten by her playful antics.

After the kiss, Zion leaned close to Gwen's ear and murmured something uncharacteristically crude that sent a shiver down her spine.

He playfully nipped her nose. “Turns out you’ve got a thing for bad boy