Chapter 11 Teacher Wen Run

In November, the weather is slightly cool and it is very comfortable to have neither cold nor dry.

Ning Wan was wearing a rose-red women's bathrobe and the label was not torn open yet. It must have been one of the props for making fake shows before.

Ye Ming also wiped his hair dry. At this moment, he had already cleaned up his previous disposition and waited for Ning Wan leisurely, gentle and alienatedly.

I will put my clothes in the dryer for you, and it will take about two hours to do it. I will take you home after I have sex.Let's talk about this while.

Teacher, what are you talking about?Talk about not liking me?

She twisted the water at the ends of her hair with a towel, and the V-neck bathrobe revealed a seductive gully, and her whole body was like a lotus that came out of water, with a bright color.

Ye Ming didn't look at her directly: Ning Wan, this is not what the teacher means, your recent condition is very wrong...

If you want to be able to win me, then there is no need.She interrupted the man with a voice, stopped the movements on her hands, nodded slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes suddenly turned red. I also wanted to study hard, but I couldn't do it.

When I think of the teacher, you said you wouldn't like me, my heart hurts like being twisted... I can't concentrate in class.

Her voice became lower and lower, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks, and she raised her head and grinned: But teacher, I believe I can come out, don’t blame yourself, after all, you don’t like me.

The laugh that pretended to be strong was even worse than crying.

Ye Ming sighed softly, pulled a few pieces of paper and handed it to her: The teacher said that on purpose at that time.

Um?Ning Wan opened her misty eyes wide and her tone rose.Then teacher, do you actually like me?

It's simply that Sichuan Opera is not as fast as her.

Ye Ming had a headache and thought about the words: If you can get into your ideal university, it is not impossible between us.

Humph, teacher, you are tricking me.Ning Wan didn't buy it. If you draw a big pie, I will graduate successfully, and then you can reject me again, saying that I said this at the beginning to inspire me to study hard.

……

Ye Ming did plan this way. For him, even if he liked her, he didn't have to be with her.

His life is a foregone conclusion, and her excitement has not yet begun.

How can your study become your weight?

The shameless Ning Wan took the snake to follow: Because you like me, I worry about what I worry about, and my study became my weight.

I didn't say that...

Teacher, although you didn’t say it, I understand your implications and your implicit meanings. Who said I am your proud disciple?

Ye Ming has a headache.

Unprepared, he only smelled a gust of fragrant wind. The girl opposite went around him and sat on his lap in one step, with her two white and tender arms wrapped around his neck.

Right in front of her was her slight peppery breasts, and the light was her dazzling white legs, with her overly beautiful face.

Not only did he have no place to put his eyes, he instinctively wanted to pull the girl down, and he reached out and touched her delicate and soft waist. A trace of heat was emitted under the silky fabric, and he was scattered again in a hurry.

Ye Ming's handsome face was filled with smoke.

Ning Wan, go down!

As soon as he opened his mouth, even his voice trembled with excitement.

This was not enough. Ning Wan leaned down and pressed her pair of full breasts tightly against the man's chest. She felt his body stiff like a stone. She tilted her head and bit the man's ear: Teacher, can you touch me?

Ning Wan, don’t do this.

She adjusted her position, and the center of her legs that were not attached to the man's bulge, and the slightly hot touch made her soul tremble.

That night, teacher, you were too direct.

What?