012 “Cherry [Teacher-Student H]” Chapter 11

12. I’m still angry…

Su Ying really disappeared from his sight for two days.

She even skipped his classes blatantly.

This really surprised him.

When I say I’m angry, I’m really angry.

After class, he went out on the front foot and was caught up on the back foot.

He noticed it, stopped and turned around.

Doubao hugged the crooked book and breathed lightly, “Teacher Song…Teacher Song…”

Song Tingyan thought she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

“You have something to do with me”

“Yes…” Doubao lowered his voice and begged in a low voice: “Teacher, could you please go and see Little Cherry? She has had a high fever for two days and just refuses to go to the hospital. I’m afraid that if she continues like this, her brain will be burned out…”

little cherry

The man suddenly remembered that she was the girl who often stayed with Su Ying.

“She is sick” Song Tingyan asked.

“Yes…” Doubao nodded, bowed respectfully, and said sincerely, “Little Cherry, please trouble the teacher.”

The man didn’t speak, but when he turned around, there was a smile on his face.

Could it be that he made me sick?

“Ding dong… ding dong…”

The doorbell rang many times, but no one answered.

The wrinkles between his brows deepened and he took out his mobile phone to contact the community management.

I just found the phone and haven’t pressed the dial button yet.

The door opened.

A very small opening was made, and half of her face was revealed.

His face was pale, with an abnormal flush on his face, and his body was leaning against the door softly.

When she looked up and saw the man, she was surprised for a few seconds, then a smile appeared on her dry lips.

The door opened, and the man almost threw himself into his arms, exerting all his strength on him.

Realizing that her body was sliding down, he used his arms to stabilize her body.

“Su Ying…Su Ying…” he called softly.

But the little woman in her arms closed her eyes lightly and breathed evenly.

Like he fainted.

Song Tingyan had no choice but to pick her up and walk straight into the room.

Putting her on the bed, he pulled up the blanket and covered her gently.

He lowered his head and saw her cheeks were rosy, and the back of his hand touched her smooth forehead.

It was indeed hot.

He walked into the bathroom, soaked the square towel with cold water, wrung it out, folded it and placed it on her forehead.

The person on the bed seemed to feel the coolness, and his slightly wrinkled face relaxed.

She moved her posture, completely relaxed, and slowly fell into sleep.

The man stood beside the bed and stared at her peaceful sleeping face for a while.

Then he turned around and walked out, closing the door gently.

I wanted to go home and get her some fever-reducing medicine, but as soon as I entered the living room, my eyes were locked by the messy coffee table.

There are a lot of books and magazines scattered on the coffee table.

He picked up a book at random, glanced at it seriously, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Looking at other books, sure enough, they are all novels about teacher-student love.

The erotic title made him shake his head, smiled helplessly, and carefully helped her sort it out.

When she straightened up, she looked around her home.

Song Tingyan remembered that this house was originally occupied by a foreign couple who settled here. They were quite old and liked to travel around. The husband was French and had warmly invited him several times.

So he has been to this house before.

However, it is completely different from the current home style.

Unlike now, pink takes up all the colors in the room.

It seems that everywhere there is a passionate and youthful atmosphere.

And her “thumping” girlish heart.

Su Ying gradually woke up. She slowly stood up and leaned against the bed for a while before she regained consciousness.

My body was sweating, and my body temperature was no longer as hot as before.

She got out of bed dizzily and dragged her slightly heavy body to the bathroom.

The comfortable warm water slides down the skin, and the consciousness wakes up little by little.

In a trance, a figure passed before his eyes.

She opened her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered something, and her heart was so excited that she almost screamed.

But his body was too weak, his voice was all lost in his throat, and he couldn’t open his mouth.

In panic, she quickly wiped herself clean, put on only a thin nightgown, and rushed out of the bathroom.

The door was open, there was no one in the living room, and the whole house was quiet.

Su Ying lowered her head in frustration, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in her heart.

Is he gone already?

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a slight crashing sound coming from the kitchen.

She froze, walking to the kitchen anxiously and expectantly.

Looking inside, he saw the man’s tall and tall back.

Her eyes were hot, and in a daze, she couldn’t help but think of her grandmother.

She was still very young at that time, and in that small house, the old man’s back was sitting by the stove, carefully making medicinal soup for her when she was sick.

Even later, she had everything.

But this scene has always remained in her mind and cannot be dissipated.

Glittering tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffed, trying not to let them fall.

He stepped forward in small steps and gently hugged the man’s waist from behind.

Feeling her soft body pressing against her, the man froze, and the movements of his hands stopped immediately.

After a while, she still didn’t move.

“Su Ying”

“Don’t move.” Her head was pressed against his broad back, her voice muffled, “Let me hold you for a while…”

The man stopped talking and let her go.

When she let go, Song Tingyan turned around and saw that she was wearing a thin nightgown, and her hair was hanging wetly on her shoulders, dripping with water.

He subconsciously touched her forehead with his hand.

“The fever is gone…” He seemed to sigh, and his heart dropped steadily.

She lowered her head slightly and held the hem of his slightly loose shirt with her palms.

The man’s fingertips pinched her chin and lifted it slightly, forcing her to raise her head.

“You were sick, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in a low voice.

She was silent for a few seconds before speaking, “I’m still angry…”

“Yes”

“You lied.” She leaned closer, her face almost pressed against his chest, her tone was soft, “You kissed me because you wanted to kiss me, not for any random reasons…”

She raised her head, met his eyes, and said firmly, “Teacher Song, you are not honest with yourself.”

The man’s heart trembled when he was stared at by her too clear eyes, “You…”

She stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips, very lightly, and quickly withdrew her kiss before he could react.

“What should I do? I seem to have become greedy.” She smiled, and the delicate tear mole at the corner of her eyes showed a charming smile.

“I not only want to sleep with you, but also want to be with you.” Su Ying looked at him, her eyes bright, “So, do you think about me seriously?”