10: Tomorrow night before going to bed, come to my room

"Auntie Yiyun, I'll head back to my room then. You should move around less, otherwise the injury on your foot will get worse. Just call me if you need anything."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to turn and leave, Zheng Yiyun suddenly called out to him:

"Xiao Feng, um, I have something to tell you."

Her voice carried a hint of hesitation and shyness.

"What is it?"

Jiang Feng stopped, looking at Zheng Yiyun in confusion.

Zheng Yiyun slightly raised her head, looking at Jiang Feng, her cheeks so red they looked like they were about to drip blood.

At this moment, her delicate body under the quilt twisted slightly, and her jade-like legs involuntarily squeezed together.

She had originally intended to change her clothes, but she didn't expect Jiang Feng to come out so quickly. In her haste, she could only hide under the quilt.

Zheng Yiyun looked at Jiang Feng, always feeling his gaze was scorching, as if he could see through the quilt, brazenly scanning her.

Ah! How embarrassing...

"It's just... Auntie knows you are pure and kind by nature, and don't understand many things, but you've grown up now, and it's time to learn some adult things."

She hesitated for a moment, but still plucked up her courage and continued:

"Your mother, well, she's sick, so she doesn't have time to teach you some things, but it's okay, Auntie will teach you. Tomorrow night, before you go to bed, come to my room."

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible at the end, but Jiang Feng still heard every word clearly.

Teacher

Jiang Feng: ?

Huh?

No, this didn't happen in my previous life.

What is this called? Secret Teaching?

This isn't right, is it?

Did I really reincarnate?

Or did I transmigrate into some H-game or Korean manhwa world?

At this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in Jiang Feng's mind at the opportune time.

"Ding!"

"At nineteen, you are sexually repressed, calling out 'mom' when you hear a female voice in games, and becoming a simp for any green tea girl who flirts with you. Clearly, you lack knowledge about male-female relationships, and Zheng Yiyun, at your mother's request, is preparing to be your guidance teacher."

"Mission Content: Secret Teaching (Repeatable)"

"Mission Reward: 10,000 RMB for each completion."

Playing this big?

Moreover, Zhang Qingning just happened to be coming home to stay for a while.

If he was caught by Zhang Qingning while cooperating with Auntie for the secret teaching, the scene...

Jiang Feng quickly calmed himself and returned to his innocent demeanor.

"Okay... I understand, Auntie Yiyun, I'll come tomorrow night."

Jiang Feng's acting was superb; he first froze, then scratched his head, a look of awkwardness appearing on his face.

After saying that, he hurried back to his room.

Zheng Yiyun lay on the bed, feeling a bit dizzy, her whole body felt hot...

"How could I be so bold as to say these things to Xiao Feng? Will he think I'm very strange...?"

Her heart pounded, as if it would jump out of her throat.

"Oh, right, Auntie Yiyun, I have to go back to school during the day tomorrow..."

Jiang Feng turned back...

"Hiss! Good night, Auntie."

After a fleeting glance, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Zheng Yiyun, on the other side, was dumbfounded. She instantly felt dizzy and let out a wail:

"I don't want to live anymore..."

......

The morning sunlight, in golden threads, gently passed through the gaps in the curtains, scattering into the cozy little house.

Zheng Yiyun, wearing a light blue floral apron, stood in front of the stove, skillfully stirring the bubbling preserved egg and lean pork congee in the pot.

The aroma of the congee permeated the air, stirring one's appetite.

Jiang Feng turned over in his room, vaguely hearing sounds from the kitchen.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, stretched widely, and then slowly got out of bed.

He wore loose pajamas, shuffled in slippers, and sleepily walked towards the kitchen.

When he saw the busy figure in the kitchen, his face, which had still carried some drowsiness, instantly cleared up, and a look of concern immediately appeared on his face.

"Auntie Yiyun, why are you up so early? Is your foot any better?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yiyun slightly turned her head.

Seeing Jiang Feng, she remembered her bare appearance from last night, and her pretty face instantly flushed crimson.

She even felt a little dizzy...

"Xiao Feng..."

She stammered, forcing a slightly strained smile onto her face, trying to make herself seem relaxed:

"I... I'm much better. I'm just cooking, it's nothing, it doesn't affect anything."

In truth, her ankle still throbbed, each movement feeling like a needle prick.

But she didn't want Jiang Feng to worry too much, so she tried hard to act as if nothing was wrong.

Jiang Feng immediately saw her abnormality, frowned, and shook his head, saying:

"That won't do. Too much activity will affect your recovery. Come, be good, I'll ice it for you again."

With that, Jiang Feng turned and walked towards the kitchen's refrigerator.

He took out ice cubes from the refrigerator, found a clean towel, skillfully wrapped the ice cubes, making an ice pack.

Zheng Yiyun watched Jiang Feng's busy back, a warm current welling up in her heart, but at the same time, she felt a little embarrassed.

She gently bit her lip and mumbled softly:

"Xiao Feng is too considerate. For so many years, I've been the one taking care of Xiao Feng's daily life. Now, why do I feel like I'm the little girl being taken care of?"

Just as Jiang Feng turned to prepare to ice Zheng Yiyun's foot, he suddenly heard a surprised cry:

"Oh dear!"

His heart tightened, and he quickly turned back.

He saw Zheng Yiyun stumble, her body swaying slightly, almost falling to the ground.

Without a word, Jiang Feng rushed forward like an arrow, steadily lifting Zheng Yiyun into his arms.

Zheng Yiyun instinctively wrapped her arms around Jiang Feng's neck, her body somewhat stiff, her little heart pounding. Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson, like a young girl in love.

Smelling Jiang Feng's scent, Zheng Yiyun suddenly felt incredibly at ease.

"Mom, Xiao Feng, what are you doing?!"

At this moment, Zhang Qingning came downstairs, yawning and with sleepy eyes.

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Zheng Yiyun endured the sharp pain in her foot, barely managed to stand up, her face full of shyness: "Dear readers, could you please add this to your bookshelf? I'm afraid if I get locked in the small dark room, I'll never see you again."