Edge

For the first time, Ivy discovered that she also secretly harbored a desire for revenge.

She's also a mean-spirited person with a penchant for calculating things that she didn't like before.

The colder and more rational Lorraine is, the more she wants to break it now.

"You seem to think it's funny," Lorraine said, "but it's not. I always thought you were a smart kid—"

"Actually, you are the most frivolous one," Ivy almost leaned on Lorraine. She thought seriously and slowly unfolded the troubles, clearly, "You seem to have always treated me as your junior."

"Isn't it?" Lorraine said, "You are my student."

"The student in the bed?" Ivy said, "Your contradiction is that you have to abide by certain morals, but your XP is completely contrary to morality! During the last quarrel, your shameful sexual fantasies were almost all related to the classroom - wuwuwuwuwu!"

Lorraine didn't want to hear her continue, so he raised his hand to cover Ivy's mouth, but she pulled it down hard again.

She is also very strong and can rank third among her classmates in close combat.

"You call me a child, treating me as a junior and a student, but you secretly have so many obscene fantasies. You are so arrogant that you don't allow anyone to dominate or be above you, and you even require those androids to call you master—" Ivy frowned, and suddenly realized, "Could it be that you are that kind of—"

Lorraine successfully covered her lips this time.

This was a very stupid move. The close proximity of their bodies allowed them to smell each other's scent without any cover. In his palm was Ivy's lips. The glass of water had not moistened them thoroughly. Her lips, which could speak sharp words with a single opening and closing, were slightly dry, like the edge of a small mushroom, bright red, and full of hallucinogenic toxins.

"Why are you blushing?" Lorraine frowned, "You are the one who is talking nonsense."

Ivy really wanted to praise his knowledge of Chinese and his ability to use so many idioms skillfully.

But now she could no longer talk to him calmly. She was too close to Lorraine, and his scent was too clear, so clear that it felt like she was being hugged tightly by him.

Smell is a disguised form of invasion and imprisonment.

Lorraine also noticed her micro-expressions.

Slightly parted lips, faster heart rate, blood flowing rapidly under the skin, and a strong smell.

She was also moved and fell in love.

Before this, Lorraine hated the instincts that were manipulated by genes. Just like cats, female cats would reach estrus regularly according to the solar terms and time, and her breath would induce the male cats to turn blue.

There is no difference between humans and animals if they cannot suppress their instincts and control their desires.

Lorraine deeply hates every human being who is controlled by low-level desires, who indulges in promiscuity, sex, self-indulgence, and low-level love between men and women day and night... Lorraine hates all of these, but when he sees Ivy's face immersed in the tide, he finds her exceptionally beautiful.

He made a decision at this moment.

"Like two magnets?" Lorraine asked, "Did you finally feel it?"

Ivy was surprised: "How do you know?"

“…because I’ve been suffering from this for almost a year,” Lorraine said. “You can see it on your face.”

Ivy raised her hand and felt the burning on her cheek, which was burning at an incredible speed.

...Is this the strong attraction of genes? Incredible.

"It's like springtime," Ivy murmured. "It's so obvious."

Luo Lin's face turned bad: "Have you eaten it? Who gave it to you? Song Feng?"

"Why did you mention it?" Ivy was shocked. "I haven't eaten it, but I've read about it in books."

Maybe it wasn't genetic attraction, the physical sensations happened naturally. Her five senses, which were dull to men, slowly magnified at this moment. Lorraine still behaved like a "chaste woman", old-fashioned and strict, as if she could tie her up, send her to a military court, and put her in prison for torture if Ivy touched her.

"So you want to give up?" Lorraine asked, "Then -"

"I'm not giving up," Ivy retorted, her voice rising for a second before she frowned again, "The floor here is cold...is there no heating?"

The second after she said this, Lorraine picked her up and put her steadily on the bed, with a look of disapproval on her face.

"How old are you?" Lorraine said, "You received six months of training at the base, and you threatened me by taking off your shoes and walking barefoot after we had a quarrel."

Ivy began to doubt her own judgment. Could it be that he was not a foot fetishist? He shouldn't be.

She asked nonchalantly, "Is it possible that the AI's mark hit my feet? I always feel like there's an electric current in my feet—"

Before she could finish her words, Lorraine had already grasped her ankles. He was too tall to see them conveniently, and sitting on the bed was too ambiguous, so he just knelt on one knee and looked at her feet carefully.

"No," he finished his inspection, "maybe he's tired. It would be good if he didn't go walking in the wasteland with some suspicious people—"

He didn't get to finish the last part of the sentence "it's getting better" because Ivy stepped on little Hector awkwardly through his pants with his left foot that he had just put down.

Lorraine still held her right wrist.

The back of his hand was covered with ugly scars from acid rain corrosion and burns. He was much bigger than Ivy, and his shirt could be worn as a skirt for her. If it were Gui Zihou, Lorraine would not be able to see her from behind, only his strong back covered with scars.

"You have five seconds to regret it now," Lorraine said, "I don't want to punish you."

"How are you going to punish me?" Ivy asked, her clitoris burning. "What if—ugh!"

Lorraine held her wrist, clenched his right fist, and mercilessly pressed her soles with his knuckles. Acid and anger surged from her heart at the same time. Ivy, who had experienced such punishment for the first time, widened her eyes and said, "You bastard!"

"How polite! He even uses honorifics when scolding people," Lorraine laughed. "No wonder he only calls me 'teacher' and 'teacher' when he's happy. He keeps accusing me of having immoral hobbies. What about you? Little Ivy, you seem to have some special hobbies, too."

Ivy was stubborn: "Don't try to trick me with that mate selection questionnaire. I didn't write any details on it."

"It's foolish to rely on data and abandon observation," Lorraine said. "Every time you call the teacher, your Shiti gets particularly excited; is this the beginning of something?"

Things are not going in the direction Ivy imagined.

Although the results are somewhat similar, the identities are swapped.

Lorraine, kneeling on one knee, didn't need to bend over. She only needed to take a quick sniff to know the ripeness of the coconut.

"Your little tricks of analyzing people are interesting and clever, but unfortunately the accuracy is too low," Lorraine held her wrist and pulled it to her side. "Don't be superstitious about those rigid textbooks and the knowledge that has been instilled. Use your eyes to observe, smell, and listen."

Ivy said, "I feel like you're about to teach me something beyond just knowledge."

"Very honest, good boy." Lorraine's dark eyelashes drooped slightly. "Do you need me to teach you how to seduce?"

Ivy didn't know when she lost the initiative. A few minutes ago, she was still looking forward to causing a big emotional upheaval in Lorraine, but now, the whole thing seemed to be under his control again.

She wanted to move Yue Que away, but Lorraine held her feet by the waist and pressed her feet lower.

Like walking barefoot on pebbles that have been exposed to the sun in summer.

Ivy said, "You seem very reluctant to be outdone."

"Not necessarily," Lorraine said, "If you want to try it on it, I won't refuse."

Ivy sat upright, and Lorraine's hand moved up, finally to her calf. Years of exercise and long-distance running had given Ivy's calf muscles beautiful lines, which were now slightly stiff. Lorraine lowered his head and kissed the inside of her calf.

"What are you shaking for?" Lorraine asked, "Show me your endurance. Don't let me down."

Ivy said, "Don't you say you refuse premarital sex?"

"Yes, I won't go in," Lorraine lowered her head, "but you are my student, and it is a teacher's responsibility to help students solve their problems."

Lorraine's talking skills have always been very powerful, even more advanced than Ivy imagined. The development of things now has completely exceeded Ivy's expectations. Her top is still properly worn, but some of it has become fragile and broken into pieces, not to mention that the destroyer is going to comment on it.

"The quality is very poor," Lorraine said. "It seems that someone in the procurement department at expedition headquarters has become corrupt."

Ivy grabbed his hair and tried to push it away: "You are also falling now."

She gasped at the last word, because she was caught off guard by a bite. When the coconut breath flooded the other's mouth and nose, Ivy stepped on it uncontrollably. This uncontrolled behavior made her apologize immediately, but the ground she stepped on was still like a gravel road in the hot summer afternoon.

Lorraine was dressed neatly, with the buttons of his military shirt buttoned up to the top, and the seams of his pants so sharp that they seemed to cut through the soft grass; compared to when he stood on the podium or inspected his subordinates, the only thing that was out of place at this moment was the strife that his shirt could not hide. Ivy, who was full of momentum at the beginning and determined to challenge Lorraine's bottom line, had already gone all out in one go, and was almost held by Lorraine's legs, not allowing her to move her feet and could only move within a small range.

Ivy felt something was wrong: "No, I forced you to do this. This is not right, not right."

Lorraine's pile of cold stone trunks was now covered with water marks that could grow moss. Ivy tried to take back the initiative. She hardened her heart and wanted to pretend to be as cold as him, but her voice, which was suppressed by Tian Shuang, had no intimidation at all. She was like a little tiger that had just learned to hunt, with its teeth and claws bared, and its aura surpassed its real ability.

"It's obviously me who wants to control you," Ivy said, "Switch back, switch back quickly."

Lorraine laughed.

"Why are you shaking so much?" He held Ivy's small hand firmly, "Are you worried?"

Ivy looked through her sweat-soaked eyelashes and saw a strange color appear on Lorraine's usually cold face. Today his thin lips were redder than usual, perhaps because he had just drunk coconut water. Now he had a fuller and more human handsomeness than usual.

In a twisted way, she achieved her goal of "making Lorraine look like a human being", but at the cost of poverty.

Lorraine didn't seem to mind giving in to her at all at this moment, and even seemed to be magnanimous in appeasing the child's unreasonable behavior - with the tolerance and guidance unique to elders.

"I promise you," he said, "Student Ivy, try to control the teacher."

"Remember to give it your all, otherwise... your teacher will have to teach you reluctantly."