Vol 2 Chapter 961: One day as a teacher (30)

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"I... I changed it myself." Joey looked red.
The first kite looks at his hand: "Can you do it with your hand?"
"Can... can." The boy nodded firmly.
The first kite loosened him, and Chaucer took the clothes, but he didn't stand up yet, and the whole person fell back.
The head is still very dizzy.
"Let me do it."
The kite pushed him back.
"Teacher... no." Joe pressed his clothes: "I will change it later."
The kite pushed his hand and was confident: "I will change clothes for you, and I will not do anything to you. What are you afraid of?"
"Teacher, I can change it myself."
"Ok."
Chaucer thought that the first kite agreed, who knows that the kite will press his wrist in the next second.
Chaucer's other hand was injured, so that he couldn't force himself. His head was still dizzy. He could only look at the fingertips of the first kite and untie the shirt button.
Chaucer was taut and the body under his shirt was gradually exposed.
The texture lines are smooth, slightly abdominal muscles, strong and strong, not the appearance looks so delicate and weak.
The shirt faded into the arms.
The first kite scorpion suddenly became cold.
In the middle of Joe’s mind, it’s like a tight string that breaks.
He immediately fled the kite and folded his clothes to the sofa, his lips slightly white.
She saw it.
She will dislike herself.
Chaucer didn't dare to look at the kite, and his head was buried very low.
Chaucer felt a slight depression.
The girl's hand was held inside, and the other hand held his chin, forcing him to look up.
Chaucer turned his eyes and did not dare to fall on the kite.
The kite let him go, his fingers fell on the edge of the shirt, and he went down slightly.
The scar on the arm is instantly exposed to the air.
Oh, horrible.
New injuries and old injuries alternate.
Especially eye-catching.
Chaucer twitched and the first kite silently faded his clothes. She pulled the man into her arms and looked at him.
The same injury is on the back.
The kite hugged him: "Who did it?"
Chaucer didn't talk.
"Qiao Hong?"
Joe trembled.
The kite held him calm for a moment and took the clothes for him to wear.
The first kite lowered his head and buckled him. Chaucer could only see her drooping eyelashes.
"Old...teacher..." Joe whispered to her: "Is it hard to see?"
The first kite is raised: "No."
Joe rubbed his finger: "Does the teacher dislike me?"
The kite sorted out his collar, and in the eyes of the young boy, he said slowly: "No."
"Teacher me..."
Chaucer slammed his body down on the sofa, and the girl's petite body pressed up.
Joe's pupils are slightly enlarged, and the familiar face is constantly magnifying.
There was a slight heat on the lips, and Joe’s whispered in his head, and then he could no longer think.
He could see her long and thin eyelashes, slightly drooping, blocking the light from the bottom of her eyes.
The burning breath fell on his cheek and brought a slight itching.
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"Old...teacher..."
Chaucer’s voice was a little trembling, his face was not flushed with anger, and he was faintly leaning against the kite, his heartbeat was extremely fast.
The first kite kissed him twice and hugged him inside.
"rest well."
Chaucer didn't dare to look at the kite and simply closed his eyes.
Chaucer felt dark in front of him, with a slight heat on his forehead, and then the sound of his footsteps.
Chaucer was dizzy, and he raised his hand and felt the heart that was still beating irregularly.
The teacher kisses him... he is.
It’s a little different from what he thought, but...
Chaucer has a sweet and ecstasy in his heart.
Chaucer thought for a while and soon slept.
This sleep is a bit heavy.
On the next day, Chaucer sat up fiercely.
He opened the blanket and glanced at it, closed his eyes in annoyance, got out of bed for a moment, and quickly packed up the crime scene.
Chaucer sneaked open the door. After not discovering the kite, he immediately threw the sheet into the washing machine.
He set the time and suddenly was hugged from behind: "Get up so early."
"Old, teacher." Chaucer's body is stiff and his speech is unfavorable: "Early."
"what are you doing?"
Chaucer’s hand on his side was slightly clenched, and he slowly said:
Cleaning the sheets.

He couldn't see the expression of the person behind him, only his breath.
The kite did not ask him why he washed the sheets early in the morning and kissed him around his neck: "Come and have breakfast." Then he let go of him.
Chaucer turned to look at it, and the kite had already walked back inside.
The weather is getting cold now, she is wearing a long-sleeved home dress, the skirt only to the knees, revealing her white and slender legs.
The dreams of the past always wake up and forget.
But now Chaucer’s mind is all the dream of last night, the teacher is pressed under him...
No.
Can't think.
Chaucer patted his face and calmed down to wash.
When he came out, the kite had already sat at the table for breakfast.
Joe walked slowly, and he just wanted to sit next to him. The kite suddenly pulled him and forced him to sit directly on her lap.
"Old, teacher?" Chaucer was nervous.
The kite surrounded him: "What happened yesterday, do you want to talk to me?"
Yesterday, the kite did not ask her, it does not mean she will not ask.
Chaucer was squatted by the kite, and she deliberately pressed him by hand to prevent him from getting up.
Chaucer scorned his lower lip: "Teacher, you hold me like this, I am a little uncomfortable."
The temperature on the girl's body is like a spark that can poke the original. At this time, the place where he sticks to her skin is burning.
"How can you hold you?" The first kite was not ashamed to ask.
Joe’s cheeks were hot:
The teacher is holding me... it’s uncomfortable.

The kite chin rested on his shoulder: "Where is it?"
It is a very calm voice, but Qiao Yi inexplicably feels that the kite is teasing himself.
Chaucer didn't feel the consciousness of the first kite to let go, but had to give up this plan. He turned his head and looked at the kite: "Teacher, do you like me?"
"Ok."
The initial recognition of the kite.
Joe squatted.
After a while, I asked: "Does the teacher not dislike me naive?"
They were not just teachers and students before.
There is also age.
He is too young...
His heart is very clear, Lu Zhou is right, age will be the biggest obstacle between them.
"I have the ability to take care of you." The first zither is random: "Why should you dislike you."
"..." Chaucer always felt that something was wrong.
Joe rubbed out a sigh of relief and took the initiative to reach the neck of the kite: "Teacher, I am your student, do you really want to associate with me?"
"What's the problem?"
Her tone is not worried about any problems.
But what is the problem, she will solve it immediately.
Qiao Yu hesitated: "I was known by the school, the impact is not very good..."
"You don't want the school to know?"
"..."
Joe didn't say anything.
This kind of thing is known to the school and will soon become the focus of discussion by others. The impact will be bad and will be expelled from the school.
"I know." The kite glared at his waist and solemnly assured: "I try to stay away from you at school."
After all, the gap in identity, the initial kite is not good enough, so as not to cause other troubles.