My Back Table is Actually Gabriel

The quiet and lovely mother interrupted Hua Ye, gently rubbed the outer wall of the teacup with her fingertips, and interrupted the instance verification of the "pickup hand".

"Mom?" Jing Keai looked puzzled.

"Yao-chan is very nervous." Jing's lovely mother said softly, "As a teacher, it's not right to sit and watch students so nervous and scared."

"..."

A drop of cold sweat fell from Jing Keai's head, could it be that she was spotted so easily?

Or did he say that he shouldn't be stealing, so that Liuhua would at least not be nervous?

"It's better for you to do it yourself."

"Huh?" Jing Keai was taken aback, "Mom, what did you say?"

"It's very irresponsible to push one's responsibilities onto others." Jing's lovely mother Youyou said, "Xiao Jing, do your own thing."

Let a student touch his stomach in front of his mother, no matter how you look at it, it's super bad!Others are the husband's present, do you want to play the mother's present!

"Mom, it's hard for me to do this."

Jing's lovely mother was calm and calm: "As long as you write down the paperwork and promise me to marry yourself within a month, I won't care how you play during this month."

"..."

Jing Keai stopped talking.

My family knows their own affairs. The older I get, the fewer people I can be attracted to. I feel more and more that living alone is very good. Let alone a month, I probably won't be able to get married in a year.

"ok, I get it."

Jing Keai sighed, stood up and sat next to Hua Ye, compared to the shy glasses girl who had never seen the world, Jing Kei, as a well-informed boss, was neither shy nor hesitant: "Touch it!" .”

Even though he asked the students to touch his stomach, he actually shouted with the momentum of sacrificing his life.

Hua Ye responded, and his right hand landed on Jing's lovely abdomen, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Girls' stomachs are actually similar to each other, soft and delicate, warm and smooth, but Teacher Jing in front of her can clearly feel the six-pack abs that are rarely seen on girls.

Pickup Hand actually exists.

As long as the seal is released, Hua Ye can easily control a person's hormones and all pheromones. Love is not a simple chemical substance, but the pleasure all comes from the dopamine secreted by the brain-as long as Hua Ye is willing, touch any one with his hands. Girls can make the other party feel the ultimate pleasure that they can't usually experience, and the length of time and the number of times can all be customized.

This trick can instantly disintegrate the body and fighting spirit of all female enemies in battle, and add debuffs such as soft as mud, quarrel, Aheiyan+scissorhands, persistent spasm, etc. It is much more practical than disarming double the effect.

Of course, it's just a massage for Jing Keai, there is no need to unseal the seal and use the pick-up hand at all, with the weak physique of ordinary human beings, if you touch it with the pick-up hand, the other party will faint because of the too strong pleasure In the past, then at least a week of bed rest due to dehydration and fatigue.

But even with an ordinary massage, Jing Keai still couldn't hold herself back.

Not long after, there was a hint of misty water in the lazy eyes, and he covered his lips with the back of his hand, and a large blush appeared on his face.

Seeing that she was about to make a shameful sound, Jing Keai's mother said, "Okay, let's go here."

Jing Keai raised her hand, pulled her hair around her ear again and again to hide her embarrassment, and then tried her best not to tremble: "Mom, do you believe it now?"

"I believe it."

Jing Keai breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with her majestic and rigid father, she is actually more afraid of her mother. If she disagrees with her, she will go on a hunger strike. Where are you going to reason?

In the face of bad students who are disobedient, you can still use the iron fist of love to teach them what it means to respect teachers. In front of your mother, there is no other way but to bow your head and admit your mistakes.

"You two go back."

Jing Keai waved her hand, signaling Hua Ye and the glasses girl to leave quickly.

"Teacher Jing, we are going back."

The glasses girl stood up quickly as if she had been pardoned, followed Hua Ye in small steps and left. The atmosphere was so embarrassing, the bottom of her butt seemed to be covered with nails, it was best to leave.

Watching Hua Ye and Kitano Haruka leave, Jing's lovely mother took a sip of afternoon tea gracefully: "Xiao Jing, what do you say?"

"What do you say?" Jing Keai frowned slightly.

"I saw a book about the Backlight Project in your apartment..."

"mom!"

A row of black lines fell from Jing Keai's head.

"Just help you clean the apartment."

"It would be nice to have cleaning for this kind of thing, you have never cleaned the room at home, have you?"

"Because there are too many rooms." Jing's lovely mother said casually, "It takes a whole day to clean such a big house alone, and your father loves me so much that he won't let me clean it."

Jing Keai took a sip of coffee, her face expressionless, she had eaten enough dog food for more than 30 years.

"That book was given by my friend."

Yamato Nadeko, who was wearing a yukata, had a gentle voice, but he was able to hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head: "But you have read it."

"..."

"Xiao Jing, what are you thinking?"

Jing Keai squinted her eyes: "I just want to jump from here now."

"Don't change the subject." The woman looked calm and sipped her afternoon tea gently, "I didn't know that my daughter was a sex teacher who let students touch their bellies casually."