24: Auntie, what are you doing?

Zheng Yiyun sat on the bed, her hands unconsciously clutching the corner of her clothes, secretly resolving to intensify the teaching.

She nodded slightly, her silky smooth black hair falling straight down, gleaming softly under the dim yellow light.

"Today, I must make Xiao Feng learn!"

She cheered herself on in her heart, but a blush involuntarily crept onto her cheeks.

Under her gold-rimmed glasses, her watery peach blossom eyes sparkled with a unique brilliance.

When she looked at Jiang Feng, a strange panic welled up in her heart, as if her deepest secret was about to be seen through...

Jiang Feng suddenly felt a burning gaze fall upon him.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes instantly drawn to Zheng Yiyun.

He saw her graceful figure, like a blooming, delicate flower, exuding a captivating aura...

Auntie is truly too beautiful, a beautiful young woman with a maiden's shyness; he had never seen anyone so beautiful...

Jiang Feng felt his throat go dry, and he swallowed with difficulty, his gaze seemingly drawn by a magnet, fixed firmly on Zheng Yiyun's delicate body, his heart rate also involuntarily quickening, as if it would burst through his chest.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you today? You seem strange..."

Jiang Feng, however, feigned an innocent and pure expression.

After all, Jiang Feng, the young woman slayer, was just a child who understood nothing.

Zheng Yiyun felt flustered by Jiang Feng's direct gaze, her face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple.

She stammered,

"I...I, I'm fine. It's for teaching, mm, that's it! Xiao Feng, do you...do you think Auntie looks good?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was startled by herself, filled with regret.

She felt like she was truly possessed today!

Zheng Yiyun, oh Zheng Yiyun, are you crazy? How could this foul mouth say such embarrassing words!

What if Xiao Feng thinks I'm a frivolous woman?!

Moreover, she almost blurted out the second half of the sentence: "...compared to Qing Ning?"

Zheng Yiyun's hands were nervously clasped together, her eyes darting around in a panic, not daring to look directly into Jiang Feng's eyes.

Isn't this an easy question?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng felt a surge of panic in his heart, his face showing a bewildered and extremely flustered expression, and he stammered in reply,

"Au...Auntie, you...you certainly look good, very beautiful. In my heart, you are more beautiful than all other women out there!"

"This child, his words are truly sweet..."

Zheng Yiyun's heart felt as sweet as honey upon hearing this, and a charming smile bloomed on her face, like peach blossoms in spring, more beautiful than the flowers themselves.

She felt immensely delighted; it was indeed not in vain that she doted on Jiang Feng, this child was quite good at making people happy.

Actually, to be honest, since childhood, the men who pursued her could line up to Paris, and she was tired of all kinds of compliments.

But Jiang Feng's words made her feel incredibly happy, as if a warm current surged through her heart.

"Then...compared to Qing Ning?"

Zheng Yiyun almost blurted it out, but the words reached her lips and she forcibly swallowed them back.

She secretly reproached herself in her heart.

What's wrong with me? How could I ask such a question!

What if it makes Xiao Feng uncomfortable?

"Then...then let's continue, let's continue studying."

She quickly changed the subject, not daring to dwell on that question, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

Another half hour passed.

The temperature in the room was a bit high, making Jiang Feng sweat, so he directly turned down the air conditioner.

Zheng Yiyun sighed helplessly, feeling a bit frustrated.

It seems today's teaching isn't going well. Is my method wrong?

"How about we stop?" Jiang Feng's face showed a self-reproachful expression.

He lowered his head and whispered,

"Auntie, am I too stupid, making you work so hard?"

As the art of war says, retreat to advance!

Zheng Yiyun frowned, her pretty face filled with determination, secretly cheering herself on.

"No! Since we're here, we must complete today's teaching!"

Absolutely cannot give up halfway!

She just didn't believe it; clearly, Xiao Feng also liked her, so why couldn't she teach him?

She doubted her charm for the first time, feeling a bit lost.

Is my charm not enough?

It shouldn't be; normally, when those men see me, their eyes glaze over.

A hint of struggle flashed across Zheng Yiyun's pretty face, her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Soon, she took a deep breath and made up her mind.

She must teach Xiao Feng!

No matter what difficulties she encountered, she could not give up...

Jiang Feng looked at Zheng Yiyun's serious expression, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.

...

Just then, Zhang Qingning upstairs woke up from a beautiful dream.

She groggily opened her eyes, the scenes from her dream still lingering in her mind, her cheeks instantly turning hot.

"This...this dream is too embarrassing."

Zhang Qingning felt a bit shy, covering her face with her hands, secretly regretting:

"I actually had such a dream! In the dream, she and Xiao Feng were an incredibly sweet couple, doing nothing all day but snuggling at home in a shy way. And why did I dream of my mom? I'm truly crazy!"

The more she thought about it, the more absurd it seemed, and her heart was filled with shame:

"How could I have such a dream? It's too embarrassing..."

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling intensely thirsty, as if a fire was burning in her throat.

"So thirsty, I need to get some water."

She groggily got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked downstairs.

Due to the muggy weather, she had taken off her dress before going to bed today, and was now only wearing a light nightgown.

A cool breeze swept by, and she felt a bit cold, subconsciously hugging her arms.

She looked around and casually picked up a shirt to put on. Moonlight streamed through the window onto her, outlining her graceful figure, like a beautiful painting.

She mumbled as she walked,

"So thirsty...Why is the weather so hot? It's making me get up in the middle of the night for water."

She went downstairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, twisted open the cap, and drank it down greedily.

The cool liquid flowed down her throat, instantly quenching her thirst.

After drinking the water, she was about to return to her room when she suddenly noticed that Zheng Yiyun's room light was on and the door was half-closed.

She felt a little puzzled, thinking,

"It's so late, why isn't she asleep yet? Is she busy with work?"

Zhang Qingning hesitated for a moment, her curiosity getting the better of her, and decided to go take a look.

"What if she's in some trouble? I'd feel more at ease if I checked..."

She quietly said to herself, then cautiously walked towards Zheng Yiyun's room.

It sounds like dripping water?

Upon reaching the door, she noticed the light was still flickering, and her heart skipped a beat:

"What's going on? Is the light in the house broken?"

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