After Escaping Marriage [GL]

High school evening self-study is generally used to complete the day's homework, preview and review, etc. As long as you don't do things that have nothing to do with learning, no matter which course you study, the teacher will not care.

Tonight is Yu Qingtang's evening self-study. She walks back and forth in the classroom, occasionally stopping to see what the students are doing, and finds that most of the people have the same physics test paper in front of them, and their expressions are similar. She scratches her ears and scratches her cheeks. .

Except for the bug of Cheng Zhanxi, there is no academic pressure and students play with them. Now I heard that she has started to tinker with martial arts teaching again. Wen Zhihan is the most popular teacher in Class 7. In this mid-term exam, he achieved the fourth best result in the whole grade in single subject, and the third parallel class was also taught by Wen Zhihan.

It is not uncommon for students to like to do physics homework in their evening self-study, but this is the first time it has been so painful.

Yu Qingtang suppressed her doubts, continued to walk around, and went to the corridor to blow air.

The cool wind blew her face, Yu Qingtang's long hair was blown back, and the slightest chill penetrated between her brows. She raised her hand to block her forehead, trying to block the wind, she froze for a moment as if thinking of something, and stroked the center of her forehead with her fingertips.

Cheng Zhanxi groaned softly when his back was squeezed, and then inadvertently dropped a light kiss.

The soft touch, the lips are still a little hot and humid, all the way to her heart.

Yu Qingtang pointed back with five fingers, gathered up her long flying hair, and turned her back to the wind.

The skin seemed to be hotter, making her heart beat faster just thinking about it, and her breathing became unsteady.

Yu Qingtang rested his forehead against the cold corridor.

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Near ten o'clock in the evening, Yu Qingtang got out of the elevator, and the door of 2102 was still wide open.

She never seemed to need the keys.

Cheng Zhanxi's voice came from the living room: "Is Teacher Yu back?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi: "wait for me."

Familiar lines, Yu Qingtang should have lifted his feet and left, but was firmly fixed in place.

Cheng Zhanxi came out with a glass of warm water and a glass of hot milk, closed the door with his slippers, and walked to her.

Yu Qingtang: "?"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her tenderly and said, "Drink warm water first, then milk, and then go to bed, it will help you sleep."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi shook the water glass slightly, handed it to her, and coaxed softly: "Water and milk are not considered supper, drink it?"

Yu Qingtang bit her lower lip lightly and took it.

"You don't need to drink so much warm water." Cheng Zhanxi watched her drink half of it, and changed the milk for her.

Yu Qingtang kept silent and lowered his head to drink milk.

Cheng Zhanxi took over the empty cup.

Yu Qingtang: "Mr. Cheng, good night."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Good night."

Yu Qingtang nodded, turned and walked back, at an angle that Cheng Zhanxi couldn't see, the tip of his tongue gently licked the milk on the edge of his lips.

"Mr. Yu—" Cheng Zhanxi's voice came back and forth, showing a bit of urgency.

Yu Qingtang paused for two seconds, then Fang turned around and looked at her calmly.

Behind Cheng Zhanxi was the closed door, and cast her eyes for help.

"I just came out and closed the door, but my key is still inside."

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A small theater in one sentence:

Yu Qingtang never cried, except on Teacher Cheng's bed, she cried every time.