“What have you been up to lately, Teacher?”
While munching on some pastries, Li Mucheng struck up a casual conversation with Ye Feng.
Ye Feng didn’t want to maintain a stern demeanor all the time. To him, a teacher’s duty was to impart knowledge, and there was no need to put on a serious facade when interacting with students. A teacher should get along with their students in a friendly and approachable manner.
“Lately... after the incident at the manor, I haven’t gone out much. First, I needed some proper rest after narrowly escaping death, and second, living an ordinary life is what I truly desire and strive for.”
“That sounds wonderful~”
After saying this, Li Mucheng reached out, picked up a glass of water, and gulped it down in one go.
“Mucheng! That... that’s my glass!”
Ye Feng tried to stop her, but within just a few seconds, Li Mucheng had already emptied the glass.
How thirsty could this girl be...
“Mmm... ah~”
Li Mucheng stuck out her tongue, licking off every last drop of water from her lips.
“Sorry, Teacher. I got choked on the pastry earlier, so I just grabbed the nearest glass of water in a hurry. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I don’t really care... but doesn’t this mean we’ve indirectly...”
“Hmm?”
Hearing Ye Feng trail off, Li Mucheng’s curiosity was piqued, as if she had triggered some mechanism in a game. She leaned in closer to Ye Feng, squinting her eyes and speaking in a suspicious tone.
“What were you going to say, Teacher? Why did you stop halfway?”
“Ahem... In any case, men and women should maintain a certain distance. As a young lady from a prestigious family, Mucheng, you should pay more attention to these details. Of course, I’m not deliberately trying to distance myself from you. I just want to remind you to be mindful of your image.”
“I know that! I wouldn’t act like this with anyone else. You’re special to me, Teacher...”
“......”
“Alright, alright, our break is almost over. We should get ready for class.”
Ye Feng suddenly stood up from his chair, intending to leave the room to use the restroom and escape Li Mucheng’s intense gaze. But just as he took a step, a familiar wave of dizziness hit him, and his body swayed uncontrollably to the side.
Luckily, Li Mucheng reacted quickly and caught Ye Feng before he could fall.
“Ah! Teacher! Are you okay?”
Li Mucheng was visibly startled, her voice filled with concern as she gently guided Ye Feng toward her bed.
“I’m... sorry, Mucheng. I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so weak lately. This has never happened before.”
“It’s okay, Teacher. It must be because of what happened at the manor when you saved me. Your body probably hasn’t fully recovered yet.”
Li Mucheng explained.
“This kind of thing happens when you haven’t been resting well. Has something been bothering you lately?”
“Maybe... maybe so.”
“Then that explains it. Don’t worry, Teacher. You can rest here with me. I’ll study on my own while you sleep.”
“Thank you, Mucheng. You’re such a good kid...”
With that, Ye Feng could no longer fight off his exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. Watching him, Li Mucheng smiled softly. She carefully adjusted Ye Feng’s position on her bed to ensure he was comfortable, then walked over to the window and drew the curtains, dimming the room.
In the dim light, Li Mucheng’s figure slowly approached Ye Feng. A faint rustling sound could be heard near the bed.
A black skirt fell to the floor, crumpling into a heap, revealing a graceful figure.
Li Mucheng’s beautiful eyes glimmered as she blushed and moved closer to the bed.
“Teacher... Since I’m such a good kid, it’s only natural that I ask for a little reward, right? Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as your consent.”
“Well then... I won’t hold back~”
......
“Haa... haa...”
After some time, Li Mucheng’s head emerged from under the blanket. She was breathing heavily, her small mouth gasping for air. She had just spent a while nestled in Ye Feng’s arms, savoring his warmth, until she could no longer hold her breath and had to come up for air.
“It’s all... all Teacher’s scent... I’ll treasure this blanket dearly♡”
Li Mucheng rested her head on Ye Feng’s shoulder, basking in the happiness of her reward. Then, she glanced at the clock hanging in her room.
“Ugh... Why does time always fly by so quickly? I wish Teacher would get closer to me. Why does it feel like he’s been keeping his distance lately? It’s so frustrating.”
With that thought, Li Mucheng pouted and turned her gaze to Ye Feng’s sleeping face. Unaware of what was happening, Ye Feng’s chest had already become Li Mucheng’s personal pillow.
“No! Teacher belongs to me! Now and forever! I’ll leave my mark on every part of him!”
As if throwing a tantrum, Li Mucheng reached out from under the blanket, cupped Ye Feng’s cheek, and leaned in to press her lips firmly against his.
“Mmm...”
Teacher’s scent... it’s even stronger now...
Li Mucheng, who had been able to keep her desires in check, completely lost control the moment her lips touched Ye Feng’s. A simple kiss was no longer enough to satisfy her curiosity.
Like a little snake, Li Mucheng began exploring every corner of Ye Feng’s lips, leaving no area untouched, until she finally pulled away reluctantly.
“Mmm... haa...”
As their lips parted, Li Mucheng collapsed weakly beside Ye Feng, her eyes filled with adoration as she gazed at him.
“Teacher... I’m really losing control of myself. This is all your fault, you know? If you think you can leave me so easily, I won’t allow it~”
“If you don’t step up your game, next time won’t be as simple as this, okay~”
Her voice grew slightly breathless, perhaps as she imagined a certain scenario that made her heart race.
“Well, it’s about time. I’ll let you off for today, Teacher. If I keep this up, you might start to suspect something.”
With another rustling sound, the curtains were drawn open again, and warm sunlight flooded the room, brightening it up as if nothing had happened.

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