67: Absurd idea

The Hotel elevator doors slowly closed, leaving only the two of them in the cramped space.

Unable to control her emotions, Qin Xiaomeng stepped forward and hugged Chen Li tightly, burying her face against his firm chest; her body had long been yearning for this moment.

“Chen Li, I missed you...”

Qin Xiaomeng looked up, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling and excitement. Her arms tightened around his waist, as if she wanted to melt herself into his body.

The softness of her chest pressed unreservedly against Chen Li's, a faint warmth passing through the thin fabric of their clothes.

Chen Li could understand her thoughts at this moment—this unreserved longing and dependence.

Feeling the warm, fragrant beauty in his arms, his heart stirred. He smiled knowingly and patted her back gently, his movements carrying a hint of comfort.

“Haven't I come? We'll do some proper ‘work’ in a bit.” His voice was deeper than before.

The deliberately emphasized word made Qin Xiaomeng's ears burn; she naturally understood what he meant by ‘work’.

Both expectant and a bit embarrassed, she rubbed her burning cheek against his chest, trying to distract herself as she complained in a sweet voice:

“Mhm... it's just, why is this elevator so slow?”

Her gaze drifted to the slowly ticking red numbers above, feeling that these short dozens of seconds were as long as a century.

In the cramped space, every inch of air seemed to be ignited by their body heat and intertwined breaths, making her heart flutter in panic... From the moment she received Chen Li's message, the thought of seeing him soon had already made her as weak as a flowing stream.

Compared to that greasy middle-aged man before—every time she was with him, it felt like completing a task. It would clearly end in a few minutes, yet she had to feign pleasure and praise his prowess. Qin Xiaomeng felt a wave of nausea at the thought.

Following that man, aside from gaining some material satisfaction, she was almost spiritually empty.

Furthermore, it was a clandestine relationship that kept her living in fear every day, terrified of being discovered by his wife.

Chen Li was different. The impact brought by his youthful physique was aggressive, leaving her completely unable to resist.

The strength and heat of that body seemed to linger even after they were apart, branded into her sensory memory.

She would always unconsciously reminisce, followed by a flustered palpitation that made her face flush and her body restless.

This uncontrollable attraction was what truly made her unable to stop, savoring it over and over.

After that night, she recalled every detail almost every day, her face heating up as she thought about it.

These past few days, she couldn't help but stare at her phone, afraid of missing any message from Chen Li.

Even when chatting with friends, she would suddenly zone out, her mind filled with images of Chen Li.

The money Chen Li gave her had put her life back on track.

She was once again the Qin Xiaomeng who didn't have to worry about food or drink, a rich girl who could go shopping or have afternoon tea with her best friends at will.

More importantly, she no longer had to force herself to deal with that disgusting man.

Now in the elevator, smelling Chen Li's fresh scent and feeling his powerful heartbeat, Qin Xiaomeng instinctively hugged him even tighter.

If only she could have met Chen Li sooner; this thought surfaced in her mind once again.

If that were the case, her most precious first blood would have belonged to him, instead of being wasted on such a sordid experience.

At this thought, she couldn't help but sigh softly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the clothes on Chen Li's back.

Ding—The elevator arrived.

Click—Opening the room.

The moment the door closed, Chen Li was unleashed by the rough and eager Qin Xiaomeng. At this moment, inside the room... (Omitted 100,000 words here—fellow Daoists, please savor this yourselves.)

The next morning, Chen Li lay lazily on his desk with faint dark circles under his eyes.

Zhang Yixi, Wu Qiang, and Guo Zihong were gathered around him, chatting heatedly.

“Hey, have you guys seen that campus belle named ‘An Yun’?”

The most well-informed Zhang Yixi started his news broadcast again, a mysterious smile on his face.

“No, what's the deal? A campus belle?” Wu Qiang reacted extremely fast this time, asking before Guo Zihong could, his curiosity completely piqued.

“That's right. I heard she's a freshman at our school. She just started livestreaming, mostly filming outdoor dance videos.”

Zhang Yixi narrowed his eyes as if reminiscing. “That Appearance, that Figure, tsk tsk—simply top-tier.”

At his description, Chen Li, Wu Qiang, and Guo Zihong all pulled out their phones and opened Douyin to search.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered ‘An Yun’'s homepage, they were immediately captivated by the girl in the videos.

In the footage, the girl had a sweet smile and was performing an energetic dance.

If the video didn't have too heavy a beauty filter or special settings, she must be at least 1.7 meters tall.

Even more eye-catching was her innocent, doll-like face, which stood in stark contrast to her prominent, full bust.

Wu Qiang's eyes were glued to the screen as he muttered, “This... this is practically a real-life baby-faced giant...”

Before he could finish, the school bell rang abruptly, interrupting their ‘appreciation’ time.

Teacher Shen Qing walked onto the podium holding her textbooks. She was still dressed elegantly and appropriately, but upon closer inspection, a trace of undeniable exhaustion was hidden between her brows.

These past few days, the matter of the Loan had been like a giant boulder weighing on her heart.

Although the repayment date hadn't arrived yet, the ‘executioner's blade’ hanging over her head made her restless day and night.

Closing her eyes, she could imagine the terrifying consequences of not being able to pay back the money.

The caring phone calls from home made her even more ashamed and humiliated.

This repeated mental torture had almost pushed her to the brink of collapse.

As soon as she stepped onto the podium, her gaze quickly caught Chen Li. Seeing that he wasn't sleeping but was whispering and laughing with the students next to him.

She immediately felt a sense of relief; she finally had a chance to talk to Chen Li.

Seeing his carefree Appearance, as if he didn't know the sorrows of the world, Shen Qing felt a pang of bitter envy.

He was the kind of young man from a wealthy family; one million might just be a trivial number to him.

She took a deep breath and secretly made up her mind.

This time, she had to muster the courage to ask Chen Li for help. This was the only hope she could think of at the moment.

She had thought about it over and over these past few days. Even if Chen Li made some excessive demands... she would accept them.

Anyway, her most precious possession had already been swindled away by that scumbag. What else did she have to worry about now? She looked at Chen Li's somewhat handsome face.

An absurd thought surged in her mind—if she could... have a teacher-student romance with Chen Li, how exciting would that be?

This thought was like a spark, suddenly igniting in her weary heart without warning, making her ears burn.

The idea was so bold it startled her, but it was followed by uncontrollable flights of fancy.

She even involuntarily thought of that famous little grove behind the school, where couples always loved to whisper at night.

If... if she were there with Chen Li... in that hidden corner where no one would disturb them, she would no longer be the teacher who needed to maintain a dignified image.

The thought of breaking such a taboo made her heart rate suddenly lose its rhythm, and a slight tingle of a shiver ran through her body.

This scene, she had actually... already experienced it vividly once in a dream she found difficult to speak of.