007 “Cherry [Teacher-Student H]” Chapter 6

7. Didn’t you lie to me?

When Song Tingyan returned home, it was already very late.

A few people were having a small dinner, noisy, and he liked the quiet, but after a while he became impatient and drank some red wine to himself.

After drinking, Song Tingyan was not as calm as usual, but rather indescribably lazy and casual.

After the red wine, I entered the elevator. In the unusually dull space, my body couldn’t help but feel hot.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest. The solid and shapely muscles were hidden in the open collar, looming.

When he got out of the elevator and smelled the fresh air, he was completely drunk.

As soon as I pressed the code to open the door, a person walked out of the door opposite.

Song Tingyan turned around, his vision slightly blurred, but the slim figure of the little woman was clearly reflected in his pupils.

“Teacher Song.” Su Ying stared at his rosy face, walked closer, smelled the faint smell of alcohol, and said confusedly: “Have you been drinking?”

He lowered his eyes and looked at her with deep eyes, “Yes.”

Seeing the little woman looking at him blankly, he asked, “It’s so late, why haven’t you rested yet?”

In fact, her eyes had been stealing glances at his slightly open collar and his fair skin, which made her mouth go dry.

This feeling of abstinence is really killing me.

“Can I borrow your bathroom?” She said as sincerely as possible, “My bathroom is broken.”

The man was silent for a few seconds, staring at her delicate red face, his breathing suddenly sank, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Okay.” He said.

He opened the door, turned sideways, and motioned for her to go in first.

It was the first time Su Ying entered his home, but she was not at all restrained.

The layout is exactly the same as hers, but the decoration style is completely opposite.

The main color is pure white and black, supplemented by dark gray, and the whole room has a strong cold air.

For some reason, Doubao’s words, “He doesn’t like women,” flashed through her mind, and she suddenly became frustrated.

Song Tingyan came over, sank into the sofa, and completely relaxed.

“You need me to take you to the bathroom.” He closed his eyes slightly and pressed his fingertips lightly on his temples.

Su Ying shook her head, “No need…”

After saying that, he turned around and walked toward the bathroom with his slender waist.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she turned into a little detective and searched inside and out.

Finally, he smiled with satisfaction.

kindness.

As she expected, no girls’ products appeared.

In his bathroom, using his shower gel, there is always the illusion of being one with him.

With a little thought, you can imagine the scene of his upright body standing under the showerhead, being soaked by the falling warm water.

For no reason, my lower body felt numb.

Su Ying licked her lips dryly, and she could clearly feel her private parts moving.

Even under the gentle wash of warm water, clear flower liquid is still spraying out from there.

She pursed her lips slightly.

what to do

I really can’t stand it any longer.

Song Tingyan had a slight headache, so he leaned lightly on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and after a while, the sound of light footsteps came.

The man raised his head, unable to hold back his breath.

She was only wearing a pure white bath towel, and her slender shoulders, white legs, and the deep ravine outlined by the two soft masses on her chest were completely exposed to him.

Her hair was slightly damp and fell loosely on her shoulders. It may have been stained by water vapor for a long time, and her skin, which was like gelatin, was glowing with an almost transparent light pink.

The face without any makeup was as translucent as a shelled egg, and the already charming facial features seemed to be cast in a charming soft light.

She stood in the middle of the living room, hooking up the edge of the towel with her hands, looking at him with clear eyes.

Song Tingyan’s face turned slightly dark, and he stood up and walked towards her.

Su Ying’s heart trembled with every step she took, and burning breath filled her heart. It rushed into her mouth crazily, but was blocked in her throat.

Expectation, mixed with a hint of bewilderment.

No matter how bold she is, she is still a little girl who has not had sex.

If you say you are not nervous, it must be a lie.

The man stopped a step away from her, his eyes were orange-red, and he chuckled: “Dressed like this, on purpose.”

He asked calmly, but Su Ying became shy and explained in a low voice: “I don’t have any other clothes to wear…”

After drinking, Song Tingyan’s rationality also faded by more than half.

The sound of turbid and heavy breathing was particularly clear in the quiet night.

“You didn’t lie to me.” He raised his eyebrows gently.

Su Ying couldn’t hear his slightly questioning tone and subconsciously wanted to wave her hand.

But as soon as the fingertips left the bath towel, the unconstrained pure white fabric fell to the ground along the smooth and tender skin.

Inside the house, it was quieter.