149: I'm sorry, Shu Wan, Qing Ning...

In the room, only the occasional subtle rustle of high heels against the bedsheets remained, as if playing an ambiguous nocturne.

Zheng Yiyun's long hair was slightly damp with sweat, adhering softly to her forehead and neck, adding a unique charm to her allure.

She could clearly feel the heat emanating from him, that scorching touch making her heart flutter.

Yet, deep down, she couldn't help but want to draw closer.

The tip of her red high heel sank deep into the mattress...

Like two leaping flames, igniting the desire in the air.

"You... you need to consider the other person's feelings..."

Zheng Yiyun's voice grew softer and more indistinct.

She was almost losing her mind, her fingers unconsciously tightening, as if trying to grasp the last shred of sobriety...

"You can't just think about yourself..."

Before she finished speaking, her movements suddenly paused, and her heart continuously wailed:

Oh my god!

I'm actually teaching my best friend's son to do this kind of thing!

She's wearing high heels while doing this, it's insane!

But the unusual sensations from her body were like surging waves, making her unable to resist...

The line of reason was slowly collapsing...

She could only drown in this strange and stimulating sensation, unable to extricate herself!

Jiang Feng felt her stiffness and deliberately rubbed his cheek against her curly hair.

His voice was gentle and curious:

"Yi Yun Auntie, I think I understand a little... Is it like Tai Chi push hands, a back-and-forth?"

He feigned ignorance, but a hint of cunning lurked in his eyes.

Watching this usually dignified woman in such a flustered state, he found it extremely amusing.

Especially her effort to maintain balance, it was even more fatally alluring.

Making the desire in his heart grow like wild grass, increasingly difficult to suppress.

Zheng Yiyun nodded, her red lips slightly parted, but her body grew softer and softer...

This was a hundred times more tiring than her usual hour of planking!

Her breathing became more rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest grew more intense.

Sweat slid down her neck, disappearing into the cleavage of her chest, glistening in the moonlight like stars twinkling in the night sky.

"Mm... just like that..."

Zheng Yiyun tilted her head slightly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping across a large photo frame hanging on the wall.

It was a group photo of five people: Zheng Yiyun, Luo Shuwan, Jiang Feng, Zhang Qingning, and Zhang Shuya...

A trace of guilt and self-reproach welled up in her heart, but even more so, determination:

I'm sorry, Shu Wan, Qing Ning...

It's me, I couldn't control myself...

Zheng Yiyun swallowed with difficulty.

She was completely immersed in this pleasure.

She had long forgotten that her original purpose was "teaching"...

The heel of the red high heel gently rubbed against the mattress, emitting an ambiguous sound.

Outside the window, cicadas chirped in succession.

In the room, a melodious, mournful music flowed in the air.

Together, they intertwined to create this intoxicating night, as if time itself stood still at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Yiyun suddenly sat up, her chest heaving violently, her eyes hazy as if covered by a layer of mist.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips moist, and even her earlobes were tinged with an alluring pink, making her look incredibly charming.

Just like a delicate flower in full bloom...

"I... I'm going to the restroom."

Her large eyes were watery, and she covered her mouth, practically fleeing in disarray.

In her haste, she almost tripped over her high heels, stumbling out of the room...

She felt her body still trembling slightly, making her heart flutter and feel a strange sense of anticipation.

Jiang Feng watched her flustered back, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He secretly gloated: This tactic of playing the pig to eat the tiger really works every time.

Of course, he knew what Zheng Yiyun was going to do.

After all, Yi Yun Auntie used to be a conservative, traditional woman.

After a few more times of teasing, she wouldn't need to go to the restroom anymore...

That "teaching" just now, he feared, wasn't just for him, but also made Zheng Yiyun herself unable to control her emotions.

This ripe peach was finally almost within reach...

He glanced at the messy bed, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of rushing water came from the restroom.

Zheng Yiyun looked at her flushed face in the mirror and slapped her cheeks in annoyance.

"Zheng Yiyun, oh Zheng Yiyun... How did you become like this? You're insane!"

"Didn't you say you were going to be a teacher and teach Xiao Feng?"

"How can you be so useless? I felt like Xiao Feng led me the whole time... and I almost lost consciousness!"

"Xiao Feng is a pure and kind child... he definitely wouldn't know these things. It's all my fault... I'm just too bad at this..."

She licked her red lips, took a deep breath in front of the mirror, and tried to calm herself down.

But as soon as she thought of Jiang Feng's clear yet lustful eyes, her heart started to beat uncontrollably fast again...

This child was someone she had watched grow up... How could she have such embarrassing thoughts about him?

But that feeling of being cherished and needed was something she had never experienced in her many years of widowhood...

Like a warm ray of sunshine in winter, warm and intoxicating.

She looked at her charming, alluring, and hazy-eyed reflection in the mirror...

Suddenly, she felt that being this way now didn't seem so bad.

Life is short, why always suppress one's desires?

"Yes, that's right, life is short... why suppress yourself?"

Zheng Yiyun tried to convince herself.

Then, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm herself down.

But the scenes from earlier kept replaying in her mind...

Playing like a short film.

This made Zheng Yiyun's slightly lowered body temperature start to rise rapidly again.

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[The teaching arc is ending soon, it's really not filler! It's just that I accidentally got myself hyped up while writing, so I wrote more...]

[Whenever I write these parts, inspiration flows... Is there still hope for me? QAQ]