"Ah, how can you lift the teacher's skirt?"
Qiao Yuxin exclaimed delicately, quickly covering herself after I had lifted it.
But in that instant, the mysterious area clearly hung with droplets.
It instantly excited me.
That place was truly beautiful, without a single strand of dark grass.
"Teacher Qiao, then can you let me have a look like last time? Is it okay?"
Parched, I sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
The touch of the silk nightdress and her graceful waist brought a unique sensation.
The fragrance filled the air, saturating my mouth and nose.
"That's not okay, Zhang Yang. Teacher really didn't have any other intentions today when she called you here."
Seeing me so close, Qiao Yuxin became inexplicably nervous, with sweaty palms.
"But Teacher Qiao is too beautiful. Every time I see you, there's a fire burning inside me."
These were my true feelings.
Qiao Yuxin, the cool and aloof female teacher.
Held an extraordinary impression in my heart.
