Teacher, have you ever been in love?
Ye Ming, who was revising the paper, was very surprised. He raised his head calmly and saw the girl who should have left holding her hands on the edge of the table, although she was looking at him from top to bottom, bold and enthusiastic.
Her eyes were like deer drinking dew in the early morning, and like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground in spring, with clear desire.
The evening sun was golden, and it was softly projected through the half-open window, draped on her small and round shoulders.
Her hair was combed smoothly and brightly. She could even see the tiny fluff on her rosy cheeks clearly against the light, like a peach that had just poked out of the branch.
This pure and romantic youth.
It makes people want to take a bite and see if the sweet and sour juice will overflow.
Ye Ming shook his head slightly. He thought that it was because he had read too much love poem during the lesson preparation recently that he had such crazy and bold thoughts: This is the teacher’s personal question, and I will not answer it.
Then teacher, are you in love?
Ning Wan leaned forward and her eyes were level with Ye Ming. There was only a thin girl's bra on her chest that was bound to her trembled slightly with her movements.
Sorry, I won't answer.
The girl refused to resist and continued to close the distance between the two until her bright red mouth was about to kiss Ye Ming's face. Her lowered voice sounded like a feather brushing across her heart. I don't know if it was teasing or provoking what she said, "Teacher Ye, can you be gay?"
Ye Ming's feet pressed against the table legs, controlled the rotating chair to take a step back, and opened the distance. If it was too heavy, he couldn't say it and cleared his throat: Ning Wan, you are in your third year of high school, I don't think these are the questions you should ask.
Then teacher, what questions should I ask?
It is naturally related to learning...
Ning Wan stopped when she saw that she was ready, stood up from Ye Ming's desk, and smiled sweetly: I added the teacher's WeChat through my father. I will encounter problems in my studies in the future. I can ask the teacher for advice. I hope the teacher will not refuse.
Before Ye Ming could say no, she blinked and turned around and left, her ponytail and the corner of her skirt were flying at the same time, as if she was dancing a silent dance.
As the door lock closed with a light click, the thin spring scenery surrounding Ye Ming also disappeared. What made him despise was that he was a little reluctant to leave.
When he turned the air conditioner temperature to 18 degrees, Ye Ming laughed at himself: That's your student Ah.
He always knew that he was able to attract the attention of the opposite sex.
He looks gentle and maintains a polite and alienated social distance, but is just his protective color. In fact, he has been obsessed with Chinese for many years. In order to understand those obscure or straightforward works, his empathy ability is terrible.
Most so-called admirers will become proud and solemn in the face of his protective color. Like Ning Wan today, a child who has never written his straightforward desire on his face.
This is panic and even more troublesome.
With a drip, the WeChat prompt sounded, and you didn’t have to read it to know whose news it was.The paper could no longer be modified, Ye Ming rubbed his eyebrows with two fingers...
Ning Wan, who returned home after school, lay on her warm and soft princess bed at home, muttering: 1, 2, 3, 4...
301、302……
As the numbers grew bigger and bigger, the corners of her raised mouth slowly flattened, and Ye Ming still did not pass her request for addition.
Did you fail today?
How could there be any inadvertent temptation?
The scene of entering Ye Ming’s office today has been practiced several times in her mind. The same loose and fat school uniform T was zipped up by her waist on both sides, which can further concave the curve of her chest that is proud of her peers. The shorter school skirt, and even the slightly upturned curve of her hair, have been rehearsed three times.
Her behavior today is in an ambiguous stage. Although she really wants to pounce on it and ravage the high mountain flower, she restrained herself very well, did not confess her love, and did not take the opportunity to kiss her.
Ye Ming should have no reason to blacklist her.
Sure enough, when she counted to 505, the WeChat prompt sounded.
The nickname is Ming, the avatar is a book that is opened, without self-introduction, and the circle of friends is blank, which is really in line with his personality.
Ning Wan thought to herself that she would slowly draw her this time, so she would start to pick it up on WeChat first.
Wan: Hello, teacher, I don’t understand a lot about "Dream of Red Mansions". Can you please ask you?
Ming: No problem.
Ning Wan quickly turned on the computer and began to search for erotic descriptions in Dream of Red Mansions, before she could edit the information
Ming: If it is convenient, you can bring "Dream of Red Mansions" to my house on Sunday, and the address is No. XX Community, XX Road.
what？
Ye Ming, who was revising the paper, was very surprised. He raised his head calmly and saw the girl who should have left holding her hands on the edge of the table, although she was looking at him from top to bottom, bold and enthusiastic.
Her eyes were like deer drinking dew in the early morning, and like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground in spring, with clear desire.
The evening sun was golden, and it was softly projected through the half-open window, draped on her small and round shoulders.
Her hair was combed smoothly and brightly. She could even see the tiny fluff on her rosy cheeks clearly against the light, like a peach that had just poked out of the branch.
This pure and romantic youth.
It makes people want to take a bite and see if the sweet and sour juice will overflow.
Ye Ming shook his head slightly. He thought that it was because he had read too much love poem during the lesson preparation recently that he had such crazy and bold thoughts: This is the teacher’s personal question, and I will not answer it.
Then teacher, are you in love?
Ning Wan leaned forward and her eyes were level with Ye Ming. There was only a thin girl's bra on her chest that was bound to her trembled slightly with her movements.
Sorry, I won't answer.
The girl refused to resist and continued to close the distance between the two until her bright red mouth was about to kiss Ye Ming's face. Her lowered voice sounded like a feather brushing across her heart. I don't know if it was teasing or provoking what she said, "Teacher Ye, can you be gay?"
Ye Ming's feet pressed against the table legs, controlled the rotating chair to take a step back, and opened the distance. If it was too heavy, he couldn't say it and cleared his throat: Ning Wan, you are in your third year of high school, I don't think these are the questions you should ask.
Then teacher, what questions should I ask?
It is naturally related to learning...
Ning Wan stopped when she saw that she was ready, stood up from Ye Ming's desk, and smiled sweetly: I added the teacher's WeChat through my father. I will encounter problems in my studies in the future. I can ask the teacher for advice. I hope the teacher will not refuse.
Before Ye Ming could say no, she blinked and turned around and left, her ponytail and the corner of her skirt were flying at the same time, as if she was dancing a silent dance.
As the door lock closed with a light click, the thin spring scenery surrounding Ye Ming also disappeared. What made him despise was that he was a little reluctant to leave.
When he turned the air conditioner temperature to 18 degrees, Ye Ming laughed at himself: That's your student Ah.
He always knew that he was able to attract the attention of the opposite sex.
He looks gentle and maintains a polite and alienated social distance, but is just his protective color. In fact, he has been obsessed with Chinese for many years. In order to understand those obscure or straightforward works, his empathy ability is terrible.
Most so-called admirers will become proud and solemn in the face of his protective color. Like Ning Wan today, a child who has never written his straightforward desire on his face.
This is panic and even more troublesome.
With a drip, the WeChat prompt sounded, and you didn’t have to read it to know whose news it was.The paper could no longer be modified, Ye Ming rubbed his eyebrows with two fingers...
Ning Wan, who returned home after school, lay on her warm and soft princess bed at home, muttering: 1, 2, 3, 4...
301、302……
As the numbers grew bigger and bigger, the corners of her raised mouth slowly flattened, and Ye Ming still did not pass her request for addition.
Did you fail today?
How could there be any inadvertent temptation?
The scene of entering Ye Ming’s office today has been practiced several times in her mind. The same loose and fat school uniform T was zipped up by her waist on both sides, which can further concave the curve of her chest that is proud of her peers. The shorter school skirt, and even the slightly upturned curve of her hair, have been rehearsed three times.
Her behavior today is in an ambiguous stage. Although she really wants to pounce on it and ravage the high mountain flower, she restrained herself very well, did not confess her love, and did not take the opportunity to kiss her.
Ye Ming should have no reason to blacklist her.
Sure enough, when she counted to 505, the WeChat prompt sounded.
The nickname is Ming, the avatar is a book that is opened, without self-introduction, and the circle of friends is blank, which is really in line with his personality.
Ning Wan thought to herself that she would slowly draw her this time, so she would start to pick it up on WeChat first.
Wan: Hello, teacher, I don’t understand a lot about "Dream of Red Mansions". Can you please ask you?
Ming: No problem.
Ning Wan quickly turned on the computer and began to search for erotic descriptions in Dream of Red Mansions, before she could edit the information
Ming: If it is convenient, you can bring "Dream of Red Mansions" to my house on Sunday, and the address is No. XX Community, XX Road.
what？
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