"I...I will change myself." Qiao Lian's face turned slightly red.

Chu Zheng glanced at his hand: "Can your hand work?"

"Yes...yes." The boy nodded firmly.

Chu Zheng let go of him, Qiao Lian took her clothes, but before he could stand up, he fell back.

My head is still very dizzy.

"I'll do it."

Chu Zheng pressed him back.

"Teacher...No need." Qiao Lian pressed her clothes in embarrassment: "I'll change it later."

Chu Zheng pushed his hand away and said with confidence: "I will change your clothes for you, but I won't do anything to you, what are you afraid of."

"Teacher, I can change it myself."

"Um."

Qiao Lian thought Chu Zheng agreed, but who knew that Chu Zheng would press his wrist the next second.

Qiao Lian was injured on his other hand, unable to exert force, and his head was dizzy. He could only look at Chu Zheng's fair fingertips unbuttoned his shirt.

Qiao Lian's body was tense, and her body under her shirt gradually exposed.

The texture and lines are smooth, with a little abdominal muscles, strong and powerful, not as slender as it looks on the outside.

The shirt is removed to the bend of the arms.

Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly became cold.

Qiao Lian's mind buzzed, as if the tight string was broken.

He immediately broke away from Chu Zheng, hugged his clothes onto the sofa, his lips slightly white.

She saw it.

She will dislike herself.

Qiao Lian didn't dare to look at Chu Zheng, and his head was buried very low.

Qiao Lian felt a little sunken beside her.

The girl put her hands inside and supported her, and her other hand held his chin, forcing him to look up.

Qiao Lan's eyes were circling around and she did not dare to fall on Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng let go of him, her fingers fell on the edge of her shirt, and she pulled them down slightly.

The scars on the arm were instantly exposed to the air.

Ferocious and terrifying.

New injuries alternate with old injuries.

Extremely eye-catching.

Qiao Lian's body trembled slightly, and Chu Zheng took off his clothes silently. She pulled the person into her arms and hugged him, looking on his back.

The same wound on the back.

Chu Zheng hugged him: "Who did it?"

Qiao Lian didn't speak.

"Qiao Hong?"

Qiao Lan trembled.

Chu Zheng hugged him and calmed down for a moment, took the clothes for him to put on.

Chu Zheng lowered her head and buttoned him, and Qiao Lian could only see her drooping eyelids.

"Old...teacher..." Qiao Lian called her in a low voice: "Am I ugly?"

Chu Zheng raised her eyes: "No."

Qiao Lian pinched her finger: "Will the teacher dislike me?"

Chu Zheng tidied up his collar and slowly said in the boy's uneasy gaze: "No."

"Teacher, I..."

Qiao Lian suddenly fell onto the sofa, and the girl's delicate body pressed up.

Qiao Lan's pupils were slightly widening, and her familiar face was constantly magnifying.

The lips were slightly hot, and Qiao Lian's mind buzzed, and then she could no longer think.

He could see her slender eye feathers, slightly lowering, blocking the light in her eyes.

The scorching breath fell on his cheek, causing a slight tingling.

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"Old...teacher..."

Qiao Lian's voice was a little trembling, with an abnormal blush on her face, and she leaned against Chu Zheng dizzyly, her heartbeats very fast.

Chu Zheng kissed him twice and hugged him inside.

"have a good rest."

Qiao Lian didn't dare to look at Chu Zheng, so she closed her eyes.

Qiao Lian felt dark in front of her, and a slight heat on her forehead, followed by the sound of her footsteps moving away.

Qiao Lian was very dizzy. He raised his hand to touch his heart that was still beating irregularly.

The teacher kissed him...he.

It's a little different from what he thought, but...

Qiao Lian felt sweetness and secret joy in her heart.

Qiao Lian thought for a while and fell asleep quickly.

I slept a little deeper this time.

The next day, Qiao Lian sat up suddenly.

He lifted the blanket and took a look, closed his eyes in annoyance, got out of bed for a moment, and quickly cleaned up the crime scene.

Qiao Lian secretly opened the door and immediately threw the sheet into the washing machine after not finding Chu Zheng.

He set the time and suddenly he was hugged from behind: "Get up so early."

"Old, teacher." Qiao Lian's body was stiff and he couldn't speak smoothly: "Beginning."

"What are you doing?"

Qiao Lian's hand hanging beside her clenched slightly and replied slowly: "Wash the bed sheet."

He could not see the expression of the person behind him, but only felt her breathing.

Chu Zheng did not ask him why he washed the bed sheets early in the morning, and kissed him on the neck: "Come here for breakfast." Then he let go of him.

Qiao Lan turned around and saw that Chu Zheng had already walked back inside.

The weather is getting colder now, and she is wearing a long-sleeved home dress, which only reaches her knees, revealing her fair and slender calves.

I always forget my dreams when I wake up.

However, Qiao Lan's mind is full of the dream last night, and the teacher was pressed under him...

no.

Can't think about it.

Qiao Lian patted her face and calmly went to wash.

When he came out, Chu Zheng was already sitting at the dining table for breakfast.

Qiao Lian walked over slowly. He was about to sit next to him, but Chu Zheng suddenly grabbed him and used a little force, and he sat directly on her lap.

"Old, teacher?" Qiao Lian was very nervous.

Chu Zheng surrounded him: "Do you want to talk to me about what happened yesterday?"

Chu Zheng didn’t ask her yesterday, which doesn’t mean she won’t ask.

Qiao Lian was hugged by Chu Zheng, and she deliberately pressed him with her hands to prevent him from getting up.

Qiao Lian pursed the corner of her lower lips: "Teacher, I feel a little uncomfortable when you hold me like this."

The temperature on the girl's body was like a spark that could set off a prairie fire. At this time, the place where he was sticking to her skin was burning.

"Why don't you feel uncomfortable hugging you?" Chu Zheng asked without shame.

Qiao Lian's cheeks burned: "The teacher hugged me... it felt uncomfortable."

Chu Zheng's chin rested on his shoulder: "Where is it uncomfortable?"
To be continued...