It was rare for Jiang Ziquan to not put on her ugly blindfold. She opened her eyes and looked up at the top of her dark head. She was wondering if she would make Teacher Shen a little more burdened tonight
Tomorrow is the college entrance examination, and the first subject is Chinese. Teacher Shen is in the third year of senior high school again, so the pressure is not too big.
Teacher Shen, who hadn't slept for a long time, was tossing and turning on the bed at this time. Even if she didn't turn on the light, Jiang Ziquan knew that her teacher Shen was frowning and thinking about tomorrow's affairs.
Jiang Ziquan rolled over and lay on his side, and hugged her slender waist. At this time, Teacher Shen's nightgown has only a thin layer, and he rubbed his fingers on it. It's different. Originally, it was only 10% of the ideas, but now it is estimated that it has directly soared to 90%.
Shen Yumo noticed that her movements didn't say anything, she just raised her eyes to see the temperature of the air conditioner, 26 degrees, which is a relatively energy-saving temperature, but why did she feel a little hot all over her body? Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the increasingly nonsensical hand around his waist.
She was only quiet for a while, and her hairy head began to run around, knocking her head gently, and her tone was a little doting, "What are you doing?"
"What can I do?" Jiang Ziquan went to her side again, touched her head gently, and asked with a smile.
Hearing that, Shen Yumo was too lazy to pay attention to her, and gently moved her hand from her waist, closing her eyes, "Then you should lie down and go to bed earlier."
Jiang Ziquan held back his laughter, got up and pressed her on top of her. When he got closer, he could still see Teacher Shen's bright eyes. He said a little aggrievedly, "Mr. Shen, I'm twenty-nine this year."
Shen Yumo could guess how much she was in this posture, and her face was flushed. Since she understood her mind, they were not very keen on this matter, and she blushed a little when she looked at her so scorchingly. If it wasn't for the college entrance examination tomorrow, she would definitely give it, and gently pushed her a few times, "Well, I know."
Jiang Ziquan didn't care about her slightly resisting movements, he touched her smooth forehead and said solemnly: "I'm twenty-nine, I've been an adult for eleven years, and I haven't done this a few times as an adult." With a look of shame and anger, he added: "Do you have to compensate me?"
Shen Yumo spat at her, if the eleven years' things were made up together, her waist would definitely be useless.
Jiang Ziquan smiled and continued to persuade: "How about I compensate you? After all, we are not separate from each other."
"Your ten years plus my eleven years, I calculate, three times a week is normal, and in twenty-one years, it's more than three thousand times, which means that we have to stick to it once a day for ten years."
Shen Yumo couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched her a few times. She originally thought she wasn't happy about it, but it turned out that the fox didn't show its tail, and said angrily, "You can do it once a day, I can't stand it."
"Isn't it a blessing to do happy things with people you like?"
Jiang Ziquan only felt another pain in the waist, frowned slightly, and kissed her lips lightly. In fact, Shen Yumo usually cooperated with her very well, but she closed her teeth tightly, obviously still remembering things of tomorrow.
Jiang Ziquan was not obsessed with it either, but turned to her fair neck and bit her a few times, as if to retaliate for her uncooperativeness. The touch made her even more emotional, and she only felt that it was not bad to be drowned in such a feeling.
After a while, Teacher Shen was also fascinated by her confusion. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, she felt a pain in her chest, causing her to groan in pain.
"Concentrate, your students are much better than you."
When the student was mentioned at this moment, Shen Yumo was naturally ashamed and annoyed, and reached out and tugged her hair a few times, just to relieve her unhappiness.
In the spring night, Teacher Shen finally fell asleep tiredly, and slept very sweetly.
Jiang Ziquan tugged a tuft of hair and brushed it lightly across her face. Even though Teacher Shen was still sound asleep, she smiled lightly and kissed her cheek gently: "Good night."
Shen Yumo watched his students walk to the examination room in an orderly manner, and his heart hung up again, for fear that there was something wrong with the question this time, and worried that his students were so nervous in the examination room that they did not play their normal level.
"Drink some water." Jiang Ziquan touched his nose and looked at Teacher Shen who was sulking in the chair.
Shen Yumo didn't seem to see it, but she opened a notebook in her hand. She had to discipline this skinless person recently.
Jiang Ziquan was not annoyed either. When she was nervous, she kept talking, but she stopped talking when she was angry. Her teacher Shen is really a peerless and lovely.
"Would you like to have dinner together later?" Jiang Ziquan helped her simply pack her things and put them in the box. After these two days have passed, she can usher in a two-month happy life.
Shen Yumo snorted coldly and still didn't speak. I looked at her, then looked around and found that there was nothing to bring, so I stretched out my long legs and walked out.
Jiang Ziquan pouted, naturally hurried to catch up.
"Hey, scratch my waist, it's super itchy." Jiang Ziquan had no choice but to use her nirvana, frowning and said.
Shen Yumo was still walking straight, without paying any attention to her.
Jiang Ziquan had no choice but to hold the box in one hand and struggled to touch his waist, revealing some smooth skin.
"What are you doing?" Shen Yumo couldn't hold back finally. Although it was not an exam room, there were still teachers walking around in twos and threes, and he was not afraid of being seen by others.
"Where?" Although Shen Yumo kept one, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he became soft and cute, and people couldn't help but want to kiss. But at this time, as a lover, she should give Teacher Shen an angry personality. Besides, how could Teacher Shen not know where it tickles.
Shen Yumo looked around to see that there was no one, and then lifted her white shirt with a blushing face.
"The place where the bugs stung yesterday." Jiang Ziquan tried his best to be serious, and frowned as if he was serious.
"You..." Shen Yumo was a little speechless, and couldn't help pinching her waist again: "Is it here?"
"Hey." Jiang Ziquan didn't dare to say it. In fact, last night she knew that Teacher Shen would be angry, so she prepared a bitter trick and added several more strokes to the place where she pinched it. Today, it really turned purple. Painful and itchy.
Teacher Shen also pinched it again with incomparable accuracy. Obviously, Teacher Shen would never do it before. This is really a sin.
Seeing that the corners of Jiang Ziquan's eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, he glanced at her waist again, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have pinched her many times yesterday, looking at her hilarious face, after a few deliberation, he still pulled her to a remote place. in the little corner.
Shen Yumo finally didn't have such scruples, and directly lifted her clothes to see.
Jiang Ziquan knew what she meant, and felt a chill on his body, and he was still embarrassed: "It's not suitable for school."
When she opened her clothes, there was indeed a blue mark on her waist, and her face was flushed. It wasn't because Jiang Ziquan was too rambunctious last night. She did it herself, "Go back and get some medicine." Shen Yu sipped. Mouth: "It shouldn't hurt."
Jiang Ziquan thought about her expression, he must have forgiven himself, he gently kissed her cheek, and then leaned into her ear and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, just go back and give me a kiss. "
"Mr. Shen."
Before Shen Yumo could say anything, he heard a cry, and his subconscious reaction was to cover Jiang Ziquan's skin.
"Mr. Shen, Miss Jiang. What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Xu, she's here to help me sort things out."
It was Xu Yao again. Jiang Ziquan quickly sorted out the clothes. She still remembered that the man gave an umbrella to Teacher Shen that day.
Xu Yao glanced over Jiang Ziquan, gritted his teeth subconsciously, he has only one request for this person to remember your name.
Jiang Ziquan cleared his throat and asked, "Who is this?"
Xu Yao "..."
"This is my colleague, Teacher Xu." Shen Yumo didn't notice anything unusual between the two.
Jiang Ziquan's eyes widened, his expression somewhat indescribable: "Are you that physics teacher?"
Xu Yao felt that if she knew that he had this expression, she might as well tell her that she couldn't remember her name.
Xu Yao is estimated to be as serious as Mr. Shen staying up late these days, but he is not as good-looking as Mr. Shen.
Xu Yao settled his mind, "The bookstore owner said that there are books you want, so you can get them."
Shen Yumo thought for a while, and there was indeed such a thing: "I see, thank you."
"No." Xu Yao rubbed his hands, glanced at Jiang Ziquan with a confused look, and turned away.
"You wait for me in the car, and I'll get the book." Shen Yumo patted Jiang Ziquan who was still in a daze, and stuffed the box into her arms.
"okay."
Shen Yumo went to the bookstore and reported the name of the book. The boss handed the book to her and said, "Mr. Shen, how did you read that book last time?"
Shen Yumo usually doesn't buy books here anymore. This time, she helped Yu Chengjia. She recalled that the last time she came, it seemed that Jiang Ziquan was ill and asked her to help buy books, but it was a long time ago, and I really can't remember what it was. book.
"Quite good looking."
The boss was overjoyed, and hurriedly got under the table and took out five or six copies. "These are all the masterpieces in the series, do you want them?"
Looking at the thick black cover book, Shen Yumo's impression sank a little, and after thinking for a while, he agreed. After all, this book is quite memorable to the two of them.
This book is too thick, Shen Yumo only took the latest one, and took a few books to Jiang Ziquan's car. It was forbidden to take the college entrance examination, and Jiang Ziquan's car was placed not far outside the school.
After knocking on the car window door lightly, Jiang Ziquan, who was playing with his mobile phone inside, came to his senses and opened the car door. He handed over a tissue and saw a pile of books in her hand, and joked, "My cousin likes quite a few books. "
"Well." Shen Yumo wiped her sweat lightly and fastened her seat belt. They were going to Yu Chengjia's house. She was bored and took apart the thick book.
Shen Yumo turned a few pages and saw that the two women inside were naked, how could she not understand.
"Ginger. Zi. Spring"
"Huh?" Jiang Ziquan looked at her because he didn't know, and said innocently, "What's wrong?"
Seeing her blushing again, she glanced at the book in her hand a little strangely, and said with a smile, "Mr. Shen, cousin asked you to buy her this kind of book?"
"That's right, she's also two years younger than you, so it's normal to see this." Jiang Ziquan looked at the road outside the car and studied Teacher Shen's expression without hesitation.
"Stop in front." Shen Yumo threw the book to the back and sat down, the blush on his face had not yet subsided.
"Ah?" Jiang Ziquan was stunned for a moment, and seeing her rarely seen cold face, he shyly found a place and stopped.
"What? Not feeling well?"
Shen Yumo patted his hand between his foreheads and frowned, "I didn't expect that I would buy this kind of book for you in a confused way twice."
Jiang Ziquan was even more puzzled. Did she ask Teacher Shen to buy books for her at school? After taking a look at the back, my memory came back a little bit. It seemed that the bookstore owner had sold Teacher Shen again.
In fact, in Jiang Ziquan's heart, there is no need to feel embarrassed to buy this book at their age. Seeing that Teacher Shen seems to be aggrieved, "Okay, blame me."
"Next time, you can just say that I didn't see it."
Shen Yumo was sulking for a while. In fact, she wanted to come to Jiang Ziquan and didn't ask her to help buy the book. She thought that Jiang Ziquan would like it.
At that time, Jiang Ziquan probably didn't say it was such a book because of her own face, but it was really inappropriate for her teacher to buy such a book at school.
Jiang Ziquan didn't know what to say, he was silent for a while before starting the car.
Shen Yumo thought she was going to Yu Chengjia's house and didn't say anything. After walking for a while, I felt that the route seemed to have gone wrong.
"Where are you going? Did you go wrong?"
"No." Jiang Ziquan glanced at the navigation and said with certainty.
Shen Yumo slept in the car before Jiang Ziquan turned off the fire and patted her gently: "Here, Mr. Shen."
Shen Yumo rubbed his misty eyes, and said in a mute voice, "Where is this."
"The north is the Sculpture Museum." Jiang Ziquan explained by pressing his swollen temple.
Shen Yumo followed Jiang Ziquan's footsteps into the Sculpture Hall, which was just opened, mainly to commemorate the homosexuals who were persecuted in those years.
The venue is very quiet, only the footsteps of tourists, mostly gay people, with solemn expressions on their faces.
The statues of men and women are displayed in the exhibition hall, but they do not make people feel lust + desire. Because many of them were persecuted by the politics at that time, they had to leave the person they liked, or committed suicide or homicide.
The world is much better now. It's not the first time Jiang Ziquan has come here, but he still feels stuffy in his heart, so he gently takes Teacher Shen's hand.
She wanted to tell Mrs. Shen that it is a blessing for the person she loves to be happy.