015 “Cherry [Teacher-Student H]” Chapter 14

15. Are cherries sweet?

There was a very light knock on the door.

Su Ying, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this and opened the door with eager steps.

The man outside the door was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and dark trousers. Perhaps it was nighttime, and his broken hair fell down from his forehead, vaguely covering his dark eyes, and his expression was slightly lazy.

She held up fresh carrots in her hand and gasped, “Teacher Song…Teacher Song…”

Song Tingyan looked down at her, leaning on the door with his hand, and raised his lips inexplicably.

The little woman in front of her was wearing a kitten-printed apron, her long hair was tied up in a refreshing bun, and she was paired with a pink bunny ear headband.

It’s less charming and charming than usual, and more innocent and cute like a girl.

He walked straight to the kitchen, but Su Ying stopped him in the middle of the living room with unusual determination.

“I can just do it myself…” She hid the carrot behind her back, raised her head and looked at him, her eyes clear and clear, “Teacher, please sit down for a while, it will be fine later…”

“You don’t need my help,” Song Tingyan was confused.

“No need.” She raised her eyebrows, stubbornness written all over her face.

He didn’t insist when he arrived, turned around and walked to the sofa.

Su Ying took a long breath behind her, patted her breasts, and secretly rejoiced: “Fortunately.”

It has been 3 years since the last time I made curry rice. At that time, my grandma was still there, and she didn’t need to do anything like washing and chopping vegetables. She was only responsible for pushing the food into the pot, adding the seasonings, and waiting patiently.

Unlike now, after washing the ingredients, she held the handle of the knife with both hands and thought for a long time, but she couldn’t find the angle to start.

“Are you…wanting to make dumplings?” A man’s gentle questioning voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Su Ying’s heart trembled, and she turned around suddenly, turning the hand holding the knife. Song Tingyan subconsciously stepped back, avoiding her murderous weapon keenly.

When she saw him, Su Ying cried out in embarrassment, “You…why did you come in?”

Song Tingyan glanced at the chopped carrots on the chopping board behind her, grabbed her knife very naturally, and asked in a low voice, “I don’t know how to cut vegetables.”

“Yeah.” She looked away and replied softly.

“You have to tell me in advance about this kind of thing in the future…” He put the knife behind him, as far away from her as possible, and his tone became darker, “What should I do if I accidentally get hurt?”

The little woman lowered her head and said nothing.

“Listen clearly”

“Yeah.” She slowly raised her head and tried to make a final resistance, “I just can’t chop vegetables, but I can…”

“You do it.” The man pinched her rabbit ears twice and said with a smile, “I’m only responsible for chopping vegetables, okay?”

Now she was satisfied, her eyes curled into small crescents, “Okay.”

He does look like a good cook. When the ingredients are in his hands, he is very obedient and cuts them into suitable shapes in just a few seconds.

Not like her, as unfamiliar as a kitchen novice.

The curry was put into the pot, and the ingredients were put in the same way. She started to stir the mixture slowly and carefully. When it was thick enough, she poured it into the dish and topped it with the rice cooked by the man. The steaming curry rice was put into the oven.

In front of the dining table, she held her chin in her hands, staring at the man and the curry rice he was about to eat.

With graceful movements, he scooped up a small spoonful, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Su Ying stared at his movements, her heart suddenly raised to her throat, as if it would burst out of her throat in the next second.

His expression was calm. After a few seconds, wrinkles appeared between his brows. He wiped his mouth and asked softly: “Did you put the cherry in it?”

“Yeah.” She was extremely pleasantly surprised. She didn’t expect him to guess it so quickly, and she was inevitably a little proud, “This is my original creation.”

Song Tingyan stared at her bright smile, unable to laugh or cry. He could only nod calmly, “The idea is very good.”

Then, he heard her ask cautiously: “So…how does it taste?”

He was silent for a few seconds, and saw her eyes full of soft light of expectation, looking at him eagerly.

“Not bad,” he said.

In the kitchen, Song Tingyan lowered his body slightly and washed the dishes calmly. Water stains dripped down his slender fingertips, and his hands stained with water were as clear and clear as if they were covered with honey.

Su Ying, who was wandering around him, caught a glimpse of this scene. Her mouth and tongue were extremely dry. She turned her head, licked her lips impatiently, stuffed a big cherry into her mouth, and then brought the small basin full of cherries to the man.

He asked softly: “Teacher, do you want to eat cherries?”

He stopped moving and his face was hidden in the shadow of the light. His expression could not be seen clearly. All he could see was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, slightly wet hands grasped her slender waist, and with a slight hook, she was directly trapped between his hands.

He pressed his face closer, with a strong air pressure, and moved his clear eyes to her face, looking at the drop of bright red juice at the corner of her mouth.

He said in a low voice: “Which one should I eat?”

When he asked her, she lost consciousness for several seconds. When she came back to her senses, she put the small basin aside in a neat movement, turned around and looked into his eyes, shamelessly hooked her arms around his neck, and stood up on tiptoes to press against him softly.

Tell him personally, eat me, eat me, eat me.

The man grabbed her waist with both hands, lifted her up slightly, and she landed on the stage behind him.

Her long white legs made small waves in the air, and Song Tingyan held her ankles accurately, “Don’t move.”

The palm of his hand followed the height of the leg and gently stroked the little woman’s smooth and delicate skin. When he reached the edge of her denim shorts, he stopped and moved his palm to the back of her waist.

He looked down at her and smiled: “Are the cherries sweet?”

“Hmm” she asked in a daze. After being touched by him a series of times, her whole body felt like it had been electrified. She was so soft that she just wanted to cling to him.

With a little force on his palms, their bodies pressed closely together, and their faces were very close.

The man’s face was slightly lowered, his lips pressed lightly, stopping at a slight distance, and said in a hoarse voice: “Let me have a taste.”

The lips she wanted to speak were instantly frozen, and there was a slightly wet touch licking softly at the corners of her lips. She held her breath, and her whole body was frighteningly tight.

He pulled away, stared into her eyes, and commented seriously, “It’s very sweet.”

“Teacher Song…” Her voice was soft and boneless, and her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be shining, “I won the bet… you… um…”

The man squinted his eyes and bit her lip violently, biting it very quickly. The whole package melted between his lips and teeth, licking and sucking, and he hooked the tip of her tongue fiercely and pulled it out. She ducked back in pain, but he refused to let it go. He controlled the back of her head with his palm, forcing her to accept it and indulge in it with him.

The sound of “whimpering” was small and broken between the wantonly intertwined lips. By the time he let go of her, she was so deprived of oxygen that she could faint at any time.

“Is that enough?” Song Tingyan’s eyes turned red and his breath was unsteady.

Her face turned red, “That’s enough…that’s enough…”

“What should I do?” He kissed her on the tip of her nose, his voice was hoarse and seductive: “I’m not enough.”

“Ah.” A scream came out.

Her body was picked up by him, her legs hooked around his waist, and her whole body hung on him. Her little head was buried on his shoulder, and she could smell the faint bath fragrance in his hair.

“Teacher…” She whispered in his ear, fearful and expectant, showing a bit of shyness.

She was placed on the soft sofa by him. He pressed her up gently, raised her upper body, and slowly traced her soft cheeks with his fingertips. The light blue under her eyes was covered with thick black.

“Did I ever say, don’t call me that…”

Su Ying blinked, “Why?”

“Because…” The man licked her small auricle, and the hot air surged into her ear canal, “it makes me want to taste your taste.”