My world double door

Teacher Zhang Yi's office is independent, and she is the only one in the whole office.

Moreover, in this era, the decoration of offices is generally very simple, with slightly old wooden doors. The first thing that comes into view after entering the room is a large wooden desk.

The color of the desktop is no longer bright, and the traces of time have left fine scratches and mottled marks on it. Stacks of textbooks, lesson plans and students' homework are neatly placed on the desk. They are like loyal guards, waiting for the owner's inspection at any time. A fountain pen lies quietly on an open notebook, as if it has just stopped recording thoughts.

On one side of the desk is a simple wooden bookshelf. The bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, from ancient literary classics to modern educational theories, from poems and songs to prose novels. These books are not brand new. The wear on the spine and the yellowing of the pages tell the story of them being read repeatedly. In the corner of the bookshelf, there are also some old newspapers and magazines.

The windows in the office are not big, but they are enough to let the sun shine into the house. The white curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of softness to this slightly serious space. A pot of green radish was placed in front of the window, and the green leaves stretched freely, injecting a touch of vitality into this simple office. The sunlight shines through the window and sprinkles on the leaves of the green radish, reflecting spots of light, as if it is a unique decoration given to this space by nature.

A group of old-fashioned sofas are placed against the wall. The fabric of the sofa has faded a little, but it is still comfortable to sit on. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a cup of steaming tea, and the faint tea fragrance permeates the air, making people feel a little warm. Next to the sofa, there is a small filing cabinet, which stores various teaching materials and documents. Although the appearance of the cabinet is slightly old, the materials inside are well organized.

There are not too many decorations on the walls of the office, only a few simple calligraphy and paintings. A calligraphy work "Teaching and Educating People" is vigorous and powerful, showing the mission and responsibility of teachers; an ink painting "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" is simple and elegant, reflecting the elegant taste of literati. Next to the calligraphy and painting, there are also some excellent essays and certificates of students posted.

Fortunately, a new air conditioner was installed on the wall of the simple office, making the temperature in the office less stuffy.

"Hu~Hu~"

Beside the wooden desk that I saw at first glance when I opened the door, on a backrest chair with a simple soft and thin cotton pad, Teacher Zhang Yi closed her eyes slightly, her beautiful red lips kept spewing out hot air, and her closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Pah~"

The ballpoint pen on the table rolled to the ground, but Teacher Zhang Yi, who had just used it to correct homework with her eyes closed, had no intention of picking it up.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner vent swayed her hair, and Li Yang's head, who was lying in front of her, swayed left and right with the wind.

The more it swayed, the tighter Teacher Zhang Yi closed her eyes.

"Pop~"

Finally, with a pop sound, the black-haired head that had been buried lifted up, revealing a handsome boy's face. Zhang Yi opened her eyes weakly, only to see Li Yang's face full of smiles.

"Teacher, correcting homework is important, don't forget to correct it."

Li Yang reminded with a smile, his eyes sparkling with brilliance. Zhang Yi knew what Li Yang was thinking now. She narrowed her eyes and nodded, turning sideways to pick up the pen that fell on the ground.

When picking up the pen, Zhang Yi subconsciously wanted to spread her legs apart and support them on her side, but she didn't move. She turned her head and saw that Li Yang had already clamped her beautiful legs in black silk tightly between her legs, making it difficult for her to break free.

"Teacher, you will fall down like this, I will help you hold it up."

Li Yang's smiling voice sounded in front of her, and then her slender waist and the perky little butt wrapped in a tight hip skirt were covered by Li Yang's big hands.

Zhang Yi took a breath, looked at Li Yang's smiling eyes, and hurriedly pursed her lips and turned to pick up the black ballpoint pen that fell on the ground.

"Squeak~"

The wooden chair made a creaking sound, and Zhang Yi felt that she was about to fall. Fortunately, a strong hand supported her armpits and propped up her upper body.

The slender and powerful palm grasped the soft flesh in her armpits, and the fingertips pinched a little mountain, tightly grasping the clothes on her upper body, and pinching the white shirt on her upper body.

The left half of her buttocks was lifted up, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Li Yang's strong palm grabbed her buttocks and fixed her down.

"Huh, huh, Li Yang, you have to hold on firmly."

Zhang Yi hurriedly grabbed the back of the chair with her left hand, turned her head and said to Li Yang.

"Don't worry, teacher, it's stable."

Li Yang immediately smiled and spoke, and while speaking, he exerted force with both hands, and the buttocks were scratched.

Zhang Yi pursed her lips, then bit her lips again and went down to pick up the black ballpoint pen.

Her body sank, and most of her plump buttocks were exposed immediately. Her white and tender palm hooked on the ground but failed to hook. Li Yang's palm hurriedly grabbed the plump buttocks to prevent Zhang Yi from falling to the ground.

"Hmm~"

The naughty ballpoint pen rolled too far, and Zhang Yi stretched out her hand again but failed to reach it. She couldn't help but hum in her throat, and then stretched her waist forward fiercely, and the white shirt was stretched to expose her waist, and finally picked up the pen.

"Li Yang, pull me back to sit."

After picking up the ballpoint pen, Zhang Yi looked back at Li Yang, with a red smile on her face, and hurriedly urged him to speak.

Although Li Yang was holding her for support, it was obvious that this posture was too demanding on the waist strength, and she couldn't hold it.

"Okay, teacher."

Li Yang smiled, and then pulled Zhang Yi's body back with force, sitting on the bench.

"Why did you pull it back with the hand that grabbed her buttocks?"

Teacher Zhang Yi's body was held straight, but her eyebrows were frowned, and she asked Li Yang weakly with her lips slightly bitten.

"How do you know how soft the teacher is without using force?"

Li Yang smiled, and then smiled at the blushing teacher Zhang Yi: "Teacher, you should correct the homework."

Zhang Yi looked down at the homework with a ruddy face, and then looked at Li Yang's hand that was still holding her buttocks, pursed her lips and nodded, took a deep breath in a hurry, put on a serious attitude, and seriously began to correct the test paper on the table.

Li Yang smiled when he saw this, and stared at the black silk thigh in front of him. His hands slid and touched the top, and he buried his head hard, pressing against the middle part.

Zhang Yi paused while correcting homework, and her face turned red again, but she restrained herself the next moment, and continued to correct homework with a serious look, seriously.

Only her trembling shoulders betrayed her state from time to time.

From time to time, she looked out of the office window. It was noon, and there was a bright sunny day outside the window. The bright scene was like a gorgeous painting, slowly unfolding in front of her eyes.

Zhang Yi squinted her eyes, exhaled from her rosy lips, and suddenly opened her eyes, bit her lips lightly, and squinted her eyes in a hurry.

The sun shone on her face, and Zhang Yi placed homework in front of her. The eyelashes on her eyes trembled slightly, and trembled for a long time before she blushed, bit her lips, and continued to open her eyes to correct homework.

The sky was as blue as a gem, clear without a trace of impurities. That blue color is deep and bright, as if it can absorb people's souls. Large clouds seem to be kneaded by skilled craftsmen. Some are fluffy and soft like cotton candy, floating in groups; some are shaped like continuous mountains, majestic and spectacular; and some are like light gauze, floating in the sky. These clouds are not static. They slowly move under the breeze, constantly changing their shapes and positions, adding endless dynamic beauty to this blue sky.

The sun pours down without reservation, bright and hot. Each beam of light is like a golden arrow, piercing through the clouds and shooting straight to the earth. The sun shines on the glass curtain wall of the building, reflecting a dazzling light that makes it almost impossible to open your eyes. Under the sunlight, the outlines of those high-rise buildings are clearer and the lines are tougher, as if they are giant sculptures carved with light.

On the street downstairs, pedestrians come and go. Some of them were in a hurry, perhaps rushing to deal with important matters; others were leisurely, strolling slowly, enjoying this rare sunny day. People's figures were lengthened and shortened in the sun, forming unique silhouettes. Ladies held up colorful parasols, moving on the street like blooming flowers; most men wore hats or covered their foreheads with their hands to avoid the strong light.

The trees beside the street were lush and green, and the green leaves became brighter under the baptism of the sun. The edges of the leaves shone with golden light, as if they were inlaid with a layer of brilliant borders. The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if playing a cheerful summer symphony. The branches swayed in the wind, casting patches of mottled shade. Under the shade of the trees, occasionally a few puppies were playing, running and jumping, and their cheerful barking broke the tranquility of the afternoon.

Looking further away, there was an open park. The lawn in the park is like a huge green carpet, covering the entire ground. The grass stood up straight, absorbing the sun and rain, showing its tenacious vitality. On the lawn, several families were having a picnic. The children were running and laughing on the grass, flying kites and playing football. Their laughter was as clear as silver bells, echoing in the air. The adults sat on the picnic mats, enjoying the food while watching the children play, with happy smiles on their faces.

The lake in the park sparkled in the sunlight, like a huge mirror. The lake was clear and you could see the fish swimming freely in the water. Sometimes they jumped out of the water, splashing water; sometimes they dived into the water and disappeared without a trace. On the lake, several small boats were floating gently, and the people rowing were leisurely and contented, and the oars in their hands gently paddled the lake, causing ripples.

In the sky, a few birds occasionally flew by. They spread their wings and soared in the blue sky and white clouds. The birds' calls were clear and melodious, as if telling people about the vastness and freedom of the sky. One of the white doves was particularly eye-catching, its white feathers shining with holy light in the sun, like an angel descending to the earth.

At this moment, the sun, blue sky, white clouds, green trees, lakes, pedestrians, birds... everything formed a harmonious and beautiful picture. This picture is full of vitality and vigor, making people feel the charm of nature and the beauty of life.

On the wooden desk in the office, Zhang Yi was seriously correcting homework.

Just before she had corrected a few times, she felt her wrist was a little weak. She forced herself to adjust her state, looking at her handwriting on the homework book, which was crooked and soft. She didn't want her handwriting to appear in the students' homework books.

But she was really weak, and she wanted to wait until she was done before writing, but Li Yang didn't let her, and asked her to write well. She could only bite her lips bitterly and continue to correct the homework.

In this way, she corrected the homework one by one.

Zhang Yi gritted her teeth and corrected all the homework with her best efforts.

After waiting for twenty minutes, finally, the last homework was corrected in her hands.

"Well, the homework is corrected. The teacher has something to do at home. Li Yang, will you accompany me?"

Zhang Yi hurriedly stood up from the chair and wanted to leave, but Li Yang hugged her legs and didn't leave. So she spread her legs, looked down at Li Yang who was looking up blankly, and spoke with a red face.

"Well, OK, then let's go to the teacher's home."

Li Yang was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and then he took the initiative to help the teacher's thin waist and stood up from the table.

Zhang Yi hurriedly packed her lower clothes, blushing as Li Yang hugged her waist and walked out of the office and headed home.

The two walked out of the campus. Fortunately, they didn't meet anyone because it was class time.

Not long after, they arrived at Teacher Zhang Yi's home near the school. After entering the house, Teacher Zhang Yi closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and hurried to take a shower.

Not long after, Teacher Zhang Yi came out of the shower. The air-conditioned room had become a little cool, but she looked at Li Yang with a hot face.

"Li Yang, you, you should take a shower too."

After taking a shower, Teacher Zhang Yi wore a bathrobe, her white calves and snow-white neck were exposed in the air, and she spoke to Li Yang in a low voice.

"Okay."

Li Yang smiled, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa nervously. Seeing that Li Yang did not move, she was relieved. Then she tightened her palms and looked at the bathroom where Li Yang was taking a shower, but she was a little dazed.

It was not until a moment later that Li Yang reappeared from the bathroom and walked to her side with a smile on his face.

In this closed air-conditioned room, the air seemed to solidify. Only the presence of the two people made this small space filled with a scorching atmosphere. (End of this chapter)