Qingyuan watched her as she slowly drank all the nourishing soup.
His blood gradually warmed up.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she reached out, unconsciously tugging at her collar.
A thin layer of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.
Qingyuan put down his chopsticks and put his knuckles on the edge of the table, clenching them until they turned white.
Even my breathing became a little rapid.
This soup... seems to have had some other things added to it...
Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up.
"What's wrong?" She stood up and slowly leaned closer. "Are you hot? Do you want to take off your clothes?"
She stared at his bulging chest, and her heart began to pound.
"It's nothing," Qingyuan said in a hoarse voice.
"You're sweating." Shen Zhiyi held up a handkerchief. "Let me wipe you off."
She deliberately softened her tone.
Her hands moved gently and slowly, tracing down his forehead, wiping his temples, chin, and earlobes...
I rubbed it.
Then, slowly moving downwards, caressing the lines and veins of his neck...
Ultimately, it settled on his Adam's apple.
Qingyuan let out a low breath and suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"I already said it's okay."
His voice was hoarse and hot, and when he looked into her eyes, it was as if a dark fire was burning within them, licking her cheek.
Those imagined sensations stirred a terrifying magma within him, burning along his blood vessels and boiling his entire heart and bones.
Something was surging and roaring, rampaging through his body.
"I'll just soak in the water."
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his expression was one of restraint.
"How can that be?" Shen Zhiyi saw the thin red spreading at the corners of his eyes, almost turning into mist and tears falling like pearls. How could she let him leave like that?
"I won't have time to teach you tomorrow."
She pressed down on his shoulder rather forcefully, preventing him from leaving.
"Therefore, today I must tell you all about these transgressions of human nature."
She raised her fingertips.
She lightly touched his Adam's apple through the silk handkerchief.
"From here..."
She bent down and whispered in his ear, her breath as sweet as orchids.
Her fingertips traced a path downwards, past his collar, and straight down to his abdominal muscles.
Stop at the waistband.
“Here…” she said, “no one is allowed to touch us.”
Qingyuan shuddered violently.
A surge of rage, with each movement, rushed straight to her lower abdomen.
His eyes were bloodshot, he gasped for breath, and tears streamed down his face.
The mermaid pearls rolled all over the ground.
Shen Zhiyi got up happily, about to pick it up, but he suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her tightly against his lap.
"Don't go..."
He used all his strength to try and restrain himself.
But he couldn't resist following the scent on her body.
He buried his face in her neck and took a deep sniff.
Shen Zhiyi's heart raced.
But then I thought of the Shen family's consistent teachings—
Fortune favors the bold!
She decided to press her advantage.
Shen Zhiyi composed herself, gently brushed aside his sweaty bangs, her fingertips tracing the shimmering lines on his forehead, and whispered in his ear, "I haven't finished teaching you yet... how am I supposed to leave?"
She nestled against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Such an embrace is inappropriate.
She raised her finger upwards.
Her slender, pale fingertips slipped inside his collar and parted his shirt.
She traced his collarbone and whispered, "To be so undressed, to have skin so close... is even more, incredibly, wanton."
She spoke each word softly and sweetly.
Suddenly, her small hand pressed against his chest muscle.
"Hmm!"
Qingyuan abruptly closed his eyes, trembling slightly.
He turned his head away, his jawline taut.
Her long eyelashes were almost completely soaked.
One after another, crystal-clear mermaid pearls slid from the corners of his eyes and rolled on the ground.
Shen Zhiyi was overjoyed.
Just as I was about to pull my hand away, ending this teasing.
Qingyuan held her waist tightly.
"Since it's such a dissolute act, and you've done all this to me, shouldn't you... give me an explanation?" he asked in a hoarse voice, pressing for an explanation.
Shen Zhiyi was startled by the crimson in his eyes and the burning heat and force in his palm.
"What...what are you doing..."
"Am I not teaching? What explanation do I need from you?"
The man before her appeared vulnerable, yet the light in his eyes was exceptionally stubborn, as if it could melt her skin.
For some reason, Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyelashes somewhat guiltily.
Qingyuan pursed his lips and stared intently at her.
“No teacher would do this to their student.” He held her waist, his whole body consumed by restraint and torment, and said softly, “After treating me like this, shouldn’t you give me a proper status?”
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
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