Chapter 961: Chapter 961: A Day as a Teacher (30)
“I… I’ll change myself.” Qiao Lian’s face turned slightly red.
Chuzheng glanced at his hand: “Can your hand manage?”
“Yes… yes.” The young boy nodded firmly.
Chuzheng released him, and Qiao Lian picked up the clothes, but before he could stand up, he fell back down.
His head was still dizzy.
“Let do it.”
Chuzheng pressed him back down.
“Teacher… no need.” Qiao Lian embarrassingly pressed the clothes: “I’ll change later.”
Chuzheng pushed his hand away, speaking with justification: “I’m just changing your clothes, not doing anything to you. What are you afraid of?”
“Teacher, I can change myself.”
“Mm.”
Qiao Lian thought Chuzheng agreed, but the next second Chuzheng pinned his wrist down.
Qiao Lian’s other hand was injured, and he couldn’t muster the strength. His head was still terribly dizzy. He could only watch Chuzheng’s fair fingertips unbutton his shirt.
Qiao Lian’s body tensed, and the body under the shirt gradually beca exposed.
The muscle lines were smooth, with slightly visible abs, firm and powerful, not as fragile and weak as they appeared on the outside.
The shirt slipped down to the crook of his arms.
Chuzheng’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Qiao Lian’s mind buzzed, as if the tense string snapped.
He imdiately broke away from Chuzheng, gathering his clothes and shrinking onto the sofa, his lips turning slightly pale.
She saw it.
She would probably find him repulsive.
Qiao Lian didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng, burying his head very low.
Qiao Lian felt a slight dip beside him.
The girl’s hand supported from inside, her other hand pinched his chin, forcing him to lift his head.
Qiao Lian’s line of sight wandered, not daring to fall on Chuzheng.
Chuzheng released him, her fingers resting on the shirt’s edge, giving it a slight downward tug.
The scars on his arm were instantly exposed to the air.
Frightening and terrifying.
New wounds mingled with old ones.
Particularly conspicuous.
Qiao Lian’s body trembled slightly, and Chuzheng silently slipped off his clothes, pulling him into her arms, looking at his back.
His back bore the sa scars.
Chuzheng held him: “Who did it?”
Qiao Lian said nothing.
“Qiao Hong?”
Qiao Lian shivered slightly.
Chuzheng held him calmly for a mont, then took clothes to dress him.
Chuzheng lowered her head to button his shirt, and Qiao Lian could only see her drooping lashes.
“Te-teacher…” Qiao Lian called her softly: “Do I look ugly?”
Chuzheng raised her eyes: “No.”
Qiao Lian squeezed his fingers: “Will the teacher find repulsive?”
Chuzheng tidied his collar, amidst the young one’s anxious, helpless gaze, and said slowly: “No.”
“Teacher, I…”
Qiao Lian’s body suddenly fell onto the sofa, the girl’s soft body pressed down.
Qiao Lian’s pupils slightly widened, the familiar face enlarged continuously.
His lips ward slightly, and Qiao Lian’s mind went ‘buzz,’ stopping all thoughts.
He could see her long, dense eyelashes, slightly drooping, blocking the light in her eyes.
Her hot breath fell on his cheek, bringing a slight itch.
–
“Te-teacher…”
Qiao Lian’s voice trembled, his face showing an unusual blush; he leaned dizzily on Chuzheng, his heart racing.
Chuzheng kissed him twice, held him, and went inside.
“Rest well.”
Qiao Lian didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng, so he simply closed his eyes.
Qiao Lian felt the space in front of him darken, his forehead ward slightly, followed by the sound of footsteps moving away.
Qiao Lian was very dizzy; he raised a hand to touch his still erratically beating heart.
The teacher kissed… him.
It wasn’t quite as he imagined, but…
In Qiao Lian’s heart, there was a subtle sweetness and delight.
Qiao Lian let his thoughts wander for a while, soon falling asleep.
This sleep was rather heavy.
The next day, Qiao Lian sat up abruptly.
He lifted the blanket for a glance, closed his eyes in regret, got out of bed after a mont, and quickly tidied the scene.
Qiao Lian stealthily opened the door, not finding Chuzheng, quickly throwing the sheets into the washing machine.
He set a tir and was suddenly hugged from behind: “Up so early.”
“Te-teacher.” Qiao Lian’s body went stiff, and he spoke haltingly: “Morning.”
“What are you doing?”
Qiao Lian’s hand hanging by his side clenched slightly, answering slowly: “Washing the sheets.”
He couldn’t see the person’s expression behind him, only feel her breath.
Chuzheng didn’t ask why he was washing sheets early in the morning; she kissed his neck: “Co have breakfast.” Then she released him.
Qiao Lian turned to look; Chuzheng had already walked back inside.
The weather was cooling down; she wore a long-sleeve house dress that reached only her knees, revealing her fair, slender calves.
In the past, dreams always vanished upon waking.
Yet now, Qiao Lian’s mind was filled with the dream from last night, the teacher under him…
No.
Can’t think about it.
Qiao Lian patted his face, calmly went to wash up.
By the ti he ca out, Chuzheng was already at the table having breakfast.
Qiao Lian slowly walked over; just as he was about to sit beside, Chuzheng suddenly pulled him with a slight force, and he ended up sitting on her lap.
“Te-teacher?” Qiao Lian was extrely nervous.
Chuzheng enveloped him: “Shouldn’t you tell about yesterday’s events?”
Though Chuzheng hadn’t asked yesterday, it didn’t an she wouldn’t ask.
Qiao Lian was held by Chuzheng; she even pressed her hand to keep him from getting up.
Qiao Lian lightly pinched his lips: “Teacher, holding like this feels uncomfortable.”
The girl’s body warmth was like a prairie fire; at this mont, where he touched her skin felt blazing hot.
“How should I hold you to make it comfortable?” Chuzheng shalessly inquired.
Qiao Lian’s face flushed: “Having the teacher hold … feels uncomfortable.”
Chuzheng rested her chin on his shoulder: “Where does it feel uncomfortable?”
Though her voice was calm, Qiao Lian inexplicably felt Chuzheng was teasing him.
He didn’t sense any intention from Chuzheng to release him, so he abandoned the thought, turning his head to et her gaze: “Teacher, do you like ?”
“Mm.”
Chuzheng admitted openly.
Qiao Lian froze for a mont.
After a while, he murmured to ask: “Doesn’t the teacher find childish?”
They weren’t just teacher and student before.
There was also age.
He was far too young…
Deep down, he knew Lu Zhou wasn’t wrong, age would be their biggest barrier.
“I have the ability to take care of you.” Chuzheng spoke casually: “Why should I find you repulsive?”
“…” Qiao Lian felt sothing was off.
Qiao Lian exhaled, actively wrapping his arms around Chuzheng’s neck: “Teacher, I am your student. Do you really want to date ?”
“Is there a problem?”
Her tone wasn’t worried about potential problems.
But if there were any problems, she would solve them imdiately.
Qiao Lian hesitated: “If the school finds out, it might not look good…”
“You don’t want the school to find out?”
“…”
Qiao Lian didn’t utter a word.
If such a thing beca known to the school, it would quickly beco a topic for gossip, leading to serious implications like expulsion.
“I understand.” Chuzheng embraced his waist, solemnly promising: “I’ll try to maintain distance at school.”
Due to the differences in their roles, Chuzheng wouldn’t openly address it, to avoid causing further trouble.
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