I couldn't believe it. I met him again, but this time it's more difficult. He turns out to be my teacher, and obviously I am his student.
I smiled and shook my head as I remembered what happened in Makati. We both knew that we will be in trouble so we told lies and pretended to be a different person.
Why do I feel weird, when I met him earlier?
All of the hatred, pain, and lies of him suddenly disappeared as I saw his face.
I couldn't understand what is happening to me right now, I don't know why I can't feel any hatred for him anymore. I feel like, the moment I met him is like the first time.
BINABASA MO ANG
My Lover Is My Teacher (ON GOING)
RomanceTrigger Warning : toxic relationship, large age gap, intense language, rough sex Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created by the author. Further promotion of relationships with your teacher or any older person with a significant age difference...
