ern in the ER because she tried twice and couldn't get it.Zhao Tingxing didn't have that good temper anymore, his face contorted with anger again as he looked at the nurse, his tone even more hostile:...That's enough, no need to feed me by hand. How else do you want to feed me

Lin Zhihao thought Teacher Shi could be extremely shameless sometimes. He always acted so earnest and noble, saying the most flirtatious things imaginable.

But it's not enough.

For example, “Like this” Shi Yan took a sip of lemonade, pulled her head closer, and fed the rest of the drink into her mouth.

The aroma and tang of the lemonade left Lin Zhifei dizzy, he foolishly swallowed it down and in turn kissed her for a while.

Lin Zhi's face turned red, and he bowed deeply in admiration.

"Do you want some more" he asked seriously again.

Damn it, Lin Zhiyao muttered in her heart. She really couldn't stand this kind of teasing, she hurriedly shook her head:

"I have hands, and I eat by myself."

Shi Yan smiled and said, "Good. If you need anything, I'd be happy to help."

He took another sip of lemonade as he spoke. He seemed to have a rather simple and dedicated palate.

In the face of a table full of delicious food, he remained unmoved.

But every time a dish was served, he would seriously introduce her to the name and origin of the dish, and then teach her some dining etiquette she hadn't noticed.

Of course, he also emphasized: "Being with me allows you to be yourself freely. Just keep this in mind, and in the future, when you attend social events, you can be more at ease."

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly jotted it down. As an intern who hadn't truly graduated from university, she was filled with imagination and longing for this society, but also anxiety. Yet, he acted like her guide, patiently accompanying her as she explored the world.

"Teacher Shi, your pen pal, loving you."

But there were too many to eat, so I had to just taste a little bit of each.

"Can I take the rest to go I'm going to eat with Tinglan at noon tomorrow." She was truly stuffed.

"Sure."

Then Shi Yan called the waiter to help pack up.

This high-end restaurant rarely did this, the waiter flashed a hint of surprise, but still hurriedly went to the front desk to get a takeout box.

Lin Zhixuan was straightforward and unpretentious. As a student, frugality was a virtue she held dear; she wouldn't feel ashamed of it. She did feel a bit burdened by her situation, considering Shi Yan had a certain social standing. Glancing at him, she saw that he remained unaffected, unconcerned with others' gazes. Only then did she feel a sense of relief.

Not only did he not mind, but after paying the bill and leaving, he carried the takeout boxes all the way. His outfit seemed a little out of place, yet there was a strange sense of harmony to it all.

Lin Zhihao expressed countless times, Teacher Shi is so good, really so good.

It was getting late, and the shopping mall was about to close. There were not many people left. As they passed by a flower shop near the mall entrance, Shi Yan said, "Wait a moment."

Then she walked straight into the flower shop.

There were very few flowers left in the flower shop, so Shiyan could only choose a few decent ones from each variety and put them together into a bouquet to give her.

Merry Christmas, my girl.

That was Lin Zhi's first time receiving a bouquet of flowers in her life. So big and vibrant, with a rainbow of colors, she held them close, gazing at his gentle expression, almost brought to tears.

Shi Yan didn't drive, so the two of them took a taxi back to Palm Garden.

Along the way, Lin Zhixuan held flowers against him, feeling so happy that she would occasionally look up and steal a kiss. After kissing, she quickly buried her head in the flowers, letting the fragrance calm her racing heart.

If you like something, express it boldly and don't hold back.

Then, when she tried to attack again, Shi Yan pressed down on her twitching head:

"Cut it out."

The driver in the front seat has radar-like sensitivity, and every move of the passengers in the back seat is within the range of the radar's surveillance.

Shi Yan, after all, was more mature and had no penchant for being watched by strangers.

But Lin Zhi'ao just liked to break his pretense of seriousness. She leaned against his shoulder for a moment, and when the driver ahead turned a corner causing a bump in the car, she quickly raised her head and kissed the spot on his throat closest to her in a lightning-fast move.

Shi Yan was caught off guard, letting out a muffled grunt. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly, glaring at her warningly.

Lin Zhiyi had already buried his head into the bouquet, the hand held beneath silently struggling against him.

The driver, used to this sort of thing, quickly dropped them off at the complex before flooring it and speeding away.

As they rode the elevator up, Shi Yan fixed his gaze on her face. It was ambiguous and burning hot, as if a touch would ignite something. Yet he remained still, using only his eyes to torment her.

Lin Zhixuan blushed and lowered his head shyly.

"You weren't afraid just now, were you" Shi Yan finally spoke.

"It could be even bigger." Lin Zhixiao wasn't one to back down. She was flustered, her cheeks flushed from being looked at by him, and she couldn't meet his gaze directly. But that didn't stop the bold, inappropriate thoughts swirling in her mind.

Shi Yan laughed.

I can't say much about past relationships, but I've dated a few girlfriends before. This is the first time I've met someone like her, a very contradictory existence.

She exudes alluring beauty, yet her heart is as pure and innocent as a child's.

She described her as innocent like a child, but sometimes her words were incredibly bold. From the beginning when he was socializing, to the emojis she sent him, to just now in the taxi, she was dropping hints and being suggestive.

Upon returning home, he put the takeout food he had brought back into the refrigerator. She also slipped on her slippers and went to the kitchen to find a vase, arranging the flowers in it and placing them under the light on the kitchen island; they looked very beautiful.

Lin Zhiyao inserted the flowers and washed her hands. Just as she turned around, Shi Yan's shadow enveloped her, leaning down to kiss her, his hands resting on her waist.

Sincerely, and ardently.

His hand on her waist slowly moved upwards, drifting across her back.

Lin Zhicheng leaned against the kitchen island, his waist aching slightly from the pressure.

But his touch was like magic, sending shivers down her spine wherever he went.

"Teacher Shi..."

"Teacher Shi..."

She just instinctively called his name over and over in any gap, repeating his name, so that her trembling body could find an outlet for its release.

But he was very restrained, every time he got carried away, he wouldn't truly go that far.

Even though Lin Zhixuan could already feel the obvious changes in his body, he would still hold back.

Lin Zhi's heart was confused. Did he truly respect her, holding back Or was it because his feelings weren't there that he didn't want to truly touch her

This confused her; she didn't understand.

She's been buried in romance novels lately, devouring everything from seduction techniques to relationship tips, but she seems unable to find the answers she seeks.

She gave up looking and directly asked Shi Yan.

"Mr. Shi, don't you like me"

"I like it," he said, never stingy with his expression.

"Why can't I take the second period class"

"Look, look, humans are not animals."

He silenced Lin Zhi's words with a single sentence, as if all along, she had indeed been driven by an animal instinct to explore new horizons, regardless of consequences.

But, humans are animals after all.

She thought about it for a long time, but still replied to the message, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

Shi Yan has not responded again.

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