"I want to kiss the professor."
The words were so blunt that they made people blush.
But the little zombie in front of me will never know what shyness is.
Just as she was about to kiss him, Ji Yuan slightly turned his head away.
Nanzhi pouted in dissatisfaction at not getting a kiss.
"I need to check your studies." Ji Yuan looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "If you pass, I'll let you kiss me."
Upon hearing this, Nan Zhi immediately jumped off him respectfully and saluted him, saying, "Please ask your question, Professor."
That serious look on his face was so cute it was almost unfair.
Today she was wearing a dress with a belt, and Ji Yuan hooked the belt around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"No need to be so serious."
His long, slender fingers easily untied her belt, his expression serious.
"Come on, raise your hands."
Nanzhi raised her hand in agreement.
She then looked at him, puzzled, as he took off his skirt: "Professor, does this have anything to do with the question?"
"Of course." Ji Yuan's voice sounded perfectly normal.
Nanzhi watched as he wrapped her belt around her wrist and finally fastened it.
Is this also related to the question asked?
She didn't quite understand, so she just stood there obediently.
As expected, it was related to the question, because Nanzhi saw that Ji Yuan had brought a calligraphy brush.
Strangely, he didn't dip his brush in ink, but in water.
He wouldn't let her look at him, he made her lie face down on the table, with her back to him.
My back felt tingly and itchy because he was writing on it.
Nan Zhi couldn't help but laugh because she was itchy.
"No laughing, be serious."
His deep voice came from behind me.
Nanzhi felt that he was a bit contradictory; one moment he didn't need to be serious, and the next he had to be serious.
She tried her best not to laugh out loud, and savored the words he was tracing on it.
Which word did I write?
Nan Zhi thought carefully, then shook her head. "I don't know."
She was only focused on stopping herself from laughing.
Ji Yuan wrapped his arms around her waist, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "If you're not serious, I'm going to punish you."
"What will the punishment be?" Nan Zhi immediately became nervous.
Ji Yuan looked at her uneasy eyes and smiled slightly. He then kissed her beautiful, smooth back.
Nan Zhi felt an even more unbearable itch, her breathing suddenly became heavy, and she couldn't help but moan softly...
Nanzhi's IQ has improved a lot, but her nature is still simple.
She didn't understand Ji Yuan's desire for him; it was the first time she kissed him that she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.
He loved her, and not just because she protected him several times; there were signs all along.
Ji Yuan had been restraining himself all along.
I don't want to bully her before she understands anything.
But now that the die is cast, he can only teach her what love is, step by step.
She was practically lying face down on the table, her long, black hair swaying gracefully, the air damp as if the sound of flowing water could be heard.
His voice was unusually hoarse. "Repeat what I'm about to say."
Nanzhi pressed her face against the table and let out a soft, sobbing "Mmm."
Ji Yuan's eyes were as dark as ink: "I like Ji Yuan."
Nanzhi repeated, "I like Ji Yuan."
"I will always love Ji Yuan."
Nan Zhi gasped for breath before catching up with him: "I will always love Ji Yuan."
"Good girl." Ji Yuan was extremely satisfied. He kissed her rounded shoulder, picked her up and turned her to face him, while he sat down on a chair next to her.
Nanzhi sat down as well, her hands still bound by her belt. Her wrists turned red from the subconscious struggle, and she couldn't help but groan, whether from pain or something else, she didn't know.
Ji Yuan untied the ribbon and continued to teach her: "Put it on my shoulder."
Nanzhi obediently did as she was told.
"Great job." He praised her like a primary school student, his fair fingers gently caressing her rosy cheeks, pausing for a moment when he saw that her pupils were no longer as gray as before.
He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss, then pulled away slightly: "Do you like this?"
"I...I like it."
Her voice was soft, like a cat's.
Ji Yuan kissed her collarbone. His fingertips, roughened from years of handling guns and scalpels, touched a spot, and Nan Zhi's breathing became heavier.
"What did I just teach you?" Ji Yuan gripped her waist tightly with his large hand, veins bulging. "Repeat it again, let me see your memory, okay?"
Nan Zhi could only try to think about it, but whenever she did, Ji Yuan became unhappy, and she felt so "uncomfortable" that she couldn't help but scratch his shoulder.
"Put it on your shoulder?"
“That’s not it.” Ji Yuan’s movements were somewhat fierce.
Nan Zhi sobbed as she continued to think, "I like...I like Ji Yuan?"
"Hmm." Ji Yuan kissed the back of her hand approvingly. "One more thing."
Nan Zhi's voice was broken: "I will always love...love Ji Yuan?"
“Yes.” Ji Yuan smiled with satisfaction. “You must always remember these two sentences.”
"Okay...okay." Nanzhi practically leaned on his shoulder.
Ji Yuan then made her repeat it several more times.
In the end, he was very satisfied that she remembered everything.
Afterwards, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her arms. With her eyes closed, she lay exhausted in his arms.
Ji Yuan carried her to take a shower. At the bathroom door, he heard her ask in a daze, "Professor, who is Ji Yuan? Why should I love him forever?"
Ji Yuan: ...
He taught for nothing.
He put her in the bathtub and filled it with warm water. When he ran out of shower gel, he went out to get some and didn't hear what Nanzhi said unconsciously afterward.
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