Chapter 10, Chapter 99: "Can you still drive?... "

He Qingzhao stopped the car, his deep, sharp eyes staring directly at her, his voice growing increasingly low: "Tonight I'm your student, and you're your teacher. Female teacher and male student, wanna play?"

Teacher and student?

Cheng Jiamo waved her hands, "No, no, no, I don't want to play!"

She couldn't even imagine that scene. If she hadn't been a teacher, it wouldn't have mattered, but the problem was that she had been a teacher, working as a middle school teacher for three years, and she simply couldn't accept the kind of play He Qingzhao was talking about.

“Teacher and student won’t work, find someone else.” She frowned, clearly resistant.

He Qingzhao leaned closer, hooked a strand of her hair with his index finger, and played with it while looking at her with a seductive smile: "Wear a bodycon skirt, black stockings, and high heels on me, and make me your subject."

Cheng Jiamo's breathing became rapid, and she took a deep breath.

She felt that He Qingzhao was so perverted, yet so lustful, it was incredibly alluring.

He Qingzhao lowered his head, bringing his nose close to her hair, and squinted his eyes, sniffing with a look of fascination: "Teacher Cheng, do you really not want to?"

Cheng Jiamo wanted to refuse, but looking at He Qingzhao's alluring appearance, she was speechless, as if someone had struck her mute.

He Qingzhao released her hair, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Cheng Jiamo faced him and straddled his lap, sitting perfectly positioned just below his belt buckle.

The touch was obvious; her cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently pushed him away, saying, "There are people everywhere here, don't do it here."

He Qingzhao gently patted her lower back, his favorite spot: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Jiamo pinched him: "Stop pretending!"

He Qingzhao slapped her lower back again: "I carried you here so you could drive, what are you thinking?"

Cheng Jiamo looked at his pretentious expression, tapped his chest with her finger, then quickly withdrew her hand and poked downwards with her fingertip.

He Qingzhao frowned and let out a muffled groan.

Cheng Jiamo hurriedly pushed open the car door and tried to get out.

He Qingzhao grabbed her slender waist and pressed her against him, then closed the car door with his other hand.

Cheng Jiamo immediately hugged his neck and leaned against him, softly pleading, "Honey, let's go back, I'm sleepy."

He Qingzhao held her tightly with one hand to prevent her from suddenly opening the door and getting out of the car again, and gently stroked the back of her head with the other hand: "No rush."

His voice was still a little hoarse, and when he spoke close to her ear, it was incredibly alluring.

Cheng Jiamo supported herself on his shoulders and lifted her body up slightly, facing him directly, and said, "Then hit me, but don't hit me hard, hit me lightly."

He Qingzhao lifted her up, patted her gently, and said with a smile, "I won't hit you. Not only will I not hit you, I'll even reward you."

"A reward?" Cheng Jiamo asked, "What kind of reward?"

After asking her, some nicknames flashed through my mind, such as "I'll reward you with a grilled sausage" or "I'll reward you with a lollipop."

Afraid that He Qingzhao would say it, she quickly covered his mouth with her hand before he could speak, saying, "Don't say it."

He Qingzhao didn't say anything, letting her cover her mouth. He took out a disinfectant wipe from the armrest box, wiped the gold belt buckle, and wiped it back and forth several times.

Cheng Jiamo had a vague sense of unease and was about to climb into the passenger seat.

He Qingzhao grabbed her waist with both hands, stopping her from escaping and holding her down.

Cheng Jiamo was wearing a French-style little dress that reached her knees. When she sat down, the hem of the dress spread out, and because there was only a thin layer of gauze between them, the cool touch was very clear.

She knew what He Qingzhao wanted to do; he often did this before, making her cry and beg him before he would give it to her.

It's obvious that he wants to do that again now.

Cheng Jiamo decided to turn the tables; she didn't want He Qingzhao to gain the upper hand again.

In the past, she was young and shy, and was always in a passive position in matters between men and women, with He Qingzhao always taking the lead.

This time, she wants to take the lead herself!

She leaned back, resting directly on the steering wheel, and pulled out two disinfectant wipes to clean her hands. She wiped her palms, then her fingers, from the base to the tip, making her slender fingers white and moist.

After wiping her hands, she threw the wet wipe into the trash bag, touched He Qingzhao's lips with her fair fingertips, and said with a smile, "I'm self-reliant and don't need to rely on you."

He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. He gripped her legs with both hands, a smirk playing on his lips: "Let me see how you do it."

Cheng Jiamo felt embarrassed when he directly confronted her.

He Qingzhao suddenly grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "If you don't know how, I can help you."

Cheng Jiamo pulled her arm back a little, her face flushed, and said, "I don't need your help, I can do it myself."

He Qingzhao released her hand, leaned back lazily in the chair, and looked at her with a smile: "Then do it yourself, let me see how you manage to be self-sufficient?"

Not wanting to lose face, Cheng Jiamo angrily kicked him.

He Qingzhao took her ankle and placed it on his shoulder: "Let's begin."

Cheng Jiamo only touches things when washing them; otherwise, she never touches them with her hands. She has only used adult-sized items a few times.

Moreover, each session only lasted one or two minutes. Firstly, she wasn't used to the buzzing sound, and secondly, she didn't feel anything when using it; apart from the numbness, she didn't find it pleasurable.

Another thing is that she thinks of He Qingzhao every time she uses it.

There was no way around it; He Qingzhao's innate qualities were simply too outstanding, leaving her with unforgettable memories that were etched deep into her soul, making it impossible for her not to think about him.

Now that He Qingzhao is watching her like it's a show, Cheng Jiamo is unwilling to back down at the last minute.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and began the washing process.

...

He Qingzhao initially approached her with a spectator's attitude, wanting to watch her with a relaxed mind.

However, as he watched, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his eyes grew darker and darker, his face became tense, his jawline became sharper, and his prominent Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

He suddenly grabbed Cheng Jiamo's wrist, stopping her movement, his voice deep and hoarse: "Who did you learn that from?"

Cheng Jiamo raised her arm and placed her right hand on his lips: "Self-taught."

She returned those words to He Qingzhao.

She had asked He Qingzhao before who he learned those skills and tricks from, and He Qingzhao replied with a sly smile, "I learned them all on my own."

He Qingzhao looked at her with deep eyes, then took her hand, his deep eyes fixed on her, and continued to do what she had just done, except this time he was in control of Cheng Jiamo's hand.

In the end, Cheng Jiamo cried and begged He Qingzhao to let go.

He Qingzhao didn't let go, gripping her hand tightly until her wrist turned red.

Cheng Jiamo exclaimed, rolled her eyes, and fell directly against the car door.

Just as she was about to hit the car door, He Qingzhao quickly reached out and supported her waist to prevent her head from hitting the car window.

He wanted to hold her in his arms, but after glancing at her wet shirt, he decided to support her with his arm, letting her rest her head in the crook of his arm instead of letting her lie on top of him.

Besides the shirt getting wet, the trousers were also soaked, and even worse, with a large area of ​​them turning darker.

He Qingzhao glanced down, a smirk playing on his lips, and chuckled in a deep, husky voice.

Hearing his laughter, Cheng Jiamo was so embarrassed that she wanted to hit him, but she couldn't lift her hand at all. She could only glare at him resentfully.

He Qingzhao reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his arms. He asked in a deep voice, "Can you still drive?"