"Qingdai, I'll give you one more chance, go back quickly, otherwise... I will teach you... what is the Mo family... what is... Tianzhi."

Su Qingdai shrank her head, her eyes were a little dodgeful, and she said softly, "Oh," but did not answer directly.

She turned around like an ostrich, stared at the tablecloth hanging down to the ground, and changed the subject: "Hey, Tzuyu, why do you still have a tablecloth on your desk? The tablecloth is a bit long. Let me tie it up for you."

As she spoke, Su Qingdai put the scroll on the desk, turned her back to Zhao Rong, and bent her back.

As a result, the fragrant butt under the black skirt enlarged in front of Zhao Rong's eyes, like a plump peach, completely stretched out. The fabric of the black skirt was so tight that anyone who saw it would subconsciously worry.

This smooth fabric will burst in one second. Isn’t it too economical?

Looking up, you can see Li Nu's unique slender waist, and looking down, you can see a pair of long, straight and round legs, with two ankles as white as snow faintly exposed...

This stunning divorced woman was bending over with her back, her long hands tied with a tablecloth.

In front of the door, the young Confucian scholar nodded gently.

"Know your mind and see your nature...Know your mind and you will see your nature...I understand, I'm here to see my nature."

"Bang" the door was slammed shut by a big hand.

The young Confucian scholar smiled and turned around calmly.

He reached out and closed the window again.

Then, he walked towards the desk and the woman.

On the way, I casually took out a stick to wipe my forehead and tied it on my forehead.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, what are you doing? You can just defend yourself against the villains outside, but why are you guarding me? This...who cares about this? I feel sorry for you or you didn't stick to your heart..."

The young Confucian scholar said nothing and ignored the sword spirit who was still in his heart and muttered in protest.

With his face as usual, he walked up behind the woman in black skirt who was bending to tie something, and slapped her with his palm. There was a crisp sound of "snap", which was solid and solid. At the same time, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and there were waves.

Su Qingdai let out a panicked 'yeah' and turned her head to look pitifully at the ruthless Zhao Rong, "Well... Ziyu."

Zhao Rong reached out and picked up the book on the table, the ink book that Su Qingdai had brought to ask questions.

"turn around."

he said calmly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped her hot erection.

"It hurts...oh." Su Qingdai quickly behaved and stood up to turn around.

However, Zhao Rong pressed her slim waist with his big hand, and the woman's soft body was pressed down again.

"Sir, you can teach me. Tonight, I will talk to you about Tianzhi. However, students are not allowed to stand in front of the teacher. This is called...respecting teachers."

He chuckled.

Su Qingdai was stunned and couldn't stand, so how could she turn around? Squatting?

However, the next second, she understood, because the 'sir' had put the scroll in his hand on her head and pressed it down.

Su Qingdai leaned forward and knelt down, holding her hands on the ground.

She blushed, moved her knees, and turned around while kneeling.

Of course the students have to kneel down in front of the teacher.

In the room, in front of the desk, a stunning woman in black dress was kneeling on the floor in front of a young scholar. She buried her head in shame and did not dare to look at him. Some faint sounds came from her lips and teeth, "Woo..."

Ziyu, don’t be like this..."

The latter chuckled lightly, bent down, held the book in his hand, and slowly raised the woman's chin that poked her chest.

Let her kneel down and look up at him from bottom to top.

"You are not allowed to lower your head in class and look at the teacher, you know? This is called classroom discipline."

Zhao Rong tapped the ink book rolled into a stick shape on her smooth forehead.

"..." Su Qingdai.

"Huh?" He made a nasal sound.

"Uh-huh!" She responded inaudibly with her long eyelashes trembling.

The stunning woman in the black dress looked away like a deer, but she no longer dared to lower her head in class.

Zhao Rong glanced at Su Qingdai beneath him, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"Well, let's start class then. I'll give you some extra tutoring after you're ready."

"... Dai... Dai'er will listen to you." The beauty's voice trembled and she was extremely shy.

Zhao Rong said happily: "Yes, sir, I am lazy and don't want to work too hard. Next, you have to be sensible, you know?"

The expression on Su Qingdai's face was charming and endearing. At this moment, she looked slightly stunned and nodded, "I know."

Inside a dimly lit room.

The teacher smiled and suddenly said: "Qingdai, where are your textbooks? Don't you take out your textbooks in class?"

The student was stunned, "What...what textbook?"

She glanced at the scroll of ink books in his hand, which she had brought with him. At this moment, he was opening it, rolled it into a stick shape, and held it in his hand.

Mr. Zhao shook the stick-shaped scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "This is my textbook, where is your textbook?"

The student bit his lip, looked down at his empty hands, and then looked up at the smiling gentleman. Then he suddenly became startled, and his eyes began to leave his face, slowly moving downwards...

After a while, the student finally saw the textbook.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open and her cheeks were flushed, like the brilliant peach blossoms in spring, unparalleled in beauty.
Chapter completed!