Qiao Xuejun closed her eyes subconsciously.
Zhao Xian’s Adam’s apple rolled.
He originally wanted to endure it, he told himself to control himself, to control himself.
But his teacher Qiao really closed her eyes. When he pinched her chin and told her that he wanted to kiss her, she didn't struggle, didn't resist, and didn't say no.
Instead, he was extremely submissive and obedient, and closed his eyes.
Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was nervous about something.
How can someone be so cute?
The already fond feeling in his heart suddenly seemed to burst, and his heart and eyes were filled with the sincere look on her face just now.
How could he bear this? How could he possibly bear it?
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Qiao Xuejun was kissed.
Zhao Xian was very strong. He pinched his chin with his thumb, which had thin calluses on it, leaving a rough touch.
Zhao Xian pressed down on her, covering her whole body under his figure, and began a kiss that had been announced in advance.
Unexpectedly and fiercely.
She was even forced by Zhao Xian to raise her head slightly, and her breathing became rapid.
Their breathing intertwined, and Qiao Xuejun could hear that Zhao Xian's breathing had also become heavy.
Even the fingertips pinching her chin seemed to become scorching hot, as if to burn her.
She was forced to shrink back by the overwhelming force, but the next second, someone wrapped an arm around her waist. The arm on her waist suddenly tightened, pressing her against the broad, strong and muscular body opposite.
Qiao Xuejun wanted to open her eyes, but she didn't dare to. In the end, her eyelashes just trembled.
Zhao Xian was very fierce. Qiao Xuejun felt that her breath was being robbed and her head was hot and dizzy. This was a completely unfamiliar experience. She was completely led by Zhao Xian, involuntarily.
"But, it's okay..." She could only make vague sounds, like begging.
Zhao Xian's voice was tainted with strong desire: "Not enough."
Zhao Xian's thumb rolled over the corner of Qiao Xuejun's eye, leaving a bright red mark.
As their breaths intertwined, the air became hotter and hotter. Qiao Xuejun vaguely felt that the development of the situation was beyond her understanding and she could not even bear it.
She tried to relieve the pressure, raised her hand and pressed it against Zhao Xian's chest, wanting to create some distance and catch her breath.
But as soon as she raised her hand, it was immediately snatched away by another big, broad hand. Her wrist was firmly held and she could not move forward.
Zhao Xian's hand passed through her sleeve and lingered on the scar.
The tender flesh of the newly scarred skin was sensitive, and being treated like this made the whole person tremble slightly involuntarily, which made Qiao Xuejun's uncontrollable state even worse.
Her breathing was disordered, and she said in a trembling voice: "Zhao..."
Zhao Xian's thumb stroked the scar, rubbing it repeatedly.
Suddenly, Zhao Xian's movements became very light again.
The originally fierce attack became gentle again. He gave up the kiss like a hungry wolf pouncing on its food and turned to a gentlemanly, pecking kiss.
Not just the lips, but also the eyes, the nose, and even the ears. It was like treating a fragile jewel. The kiss expressed the utmost love.
This made Qiao Xuejun even more embarrassed, and she dared not open her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Qiao, my Teacher Qiao."
After the kiss on the tip of her ear, Qiao Xuejun heard Zhao Xian's voice whispering in her ear.
“……” Qiao Xuejun then slowly tried to open her eyes.
Zhao Xian was looking at her earnestly, his eyes dark and bright, with a seriousness that could not be ignored.
The lust in those eyes was too obvious, and Qiao Xuejun almost wanted to close her eyes again. She retracted her hand, but the person opposite her held it tightly.
Qiao Xuejun felt embarrassed, so she lowered her head and rested her forehead on Zhao Xian's chest, not looking at him anymore.
Zhao Xian's eyes moved to her wrist and he spoke again: "I'm sorry."
Qiao Xuejun was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Xian's thumb gently stroked the center of her wrist: "This wound. I shouldn't have treated you like that. If I could do it again, I wouldn't intercept you again."
Qiao Xuejun tilted her head and followed his gaze to look at her wrist, only to find that he was talking about the scar, the one left when they first met.
Zhao Xian took her hand, lowered his head, and placed a light kiss on the scar. It was very light, like a butterfly landing and then flying away.
Qiao Xuejun put away her hand, pursed her lips, and said, "Don't give me that. I don't know you yet. You will do the same thing again if it happens again."
Zhao Xian was helpless: "...How is it possible..."
Qiao Xuejun then said, "But you don't have to worry about it."
She whispered, "I was also quite impulsive at the time. It's not entirely your fault."
Without waiting for Zhao Xian to answer, she raised her head, looked at Zhao Xian and asked again: "Zhao Xian, do you like me?"
Zhao Xian reached out and touched the end of her brightly dyed eye, seeming to find Qiao Xuejun's question funny: "Of course. Otherwise, am I crazy?"
He emphasized: "I like you. Very much."
Qiao Xuejun blushed again. She felt a little embarrassed by such a direct confession.
Zhao Xian just thought she was cute, and seemed even more shy than when he kissed her just now.
He couldn't help but teasingly asked: "Teacher Qiao, are you shy? The kiss you just now..."
Realizing that Zhao Xian was going to mention the kiss just now, Qiao Xuejun, who was touched, suddenly blushed and interrupted him: "Did I agree to you kissing me? Who is like you! Kissing first and then confessing, get out quickly, I want to rest!"
As Qiao Xuejun spoke, she pushed Zhao Xian out with both hands: "Get out, get out."
Zhao Xian regretted it, as if he had angered someone.
He admitted defeat and let Qiao Xuejun push him out: "Okay, okay, don't be angry. I'm going out, I'm going out."
Not long after, he was kicked out.
Qiao Xuejun wanted to lock him out, but he reached out and pressed the door.
Qiao Xuejun looked up at him, somewhat annoyed and angry: "What else do you want to do!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xian reached out and lifted her chin, and quickly kissed her heavily on the lips, commenting as if savoring the taste: "Not enough."
After being attacked, Qiao Xuejun reacted quickly, knocked his hand down, and closed the door immediately.
Looking at the door that was slammed shut in front of him, Zhao Xian lowered his head and laughed muffledly.
How cute.
After a while, when he had laughed enough, he looked up and knocked on the door.
A still embarrassed and angry voice came from inside: "What are you doing?"
"We will leave for the seed bank tomorrow morning, Mr. Qiao. At 6 o'clock."
"I know, I know!"
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