The music class was taken over again

Yan Ze's back left the sofa, she leaned slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Are you cold?"

The corner of Qiao Zheng's lips twitched: "It will be hot in a while."

She has started to have a fever now, not just because of too many clothes on her body.

Qiaozheng stretched out her slender fingers, and stroked the delicate skin under her neck one by one. Her body was shrouded in light, as if the beautiful white porcelain was emitting a lustrous glaze.

When she made this action, she felt ashamed, but she had to maintain the coquettish posture on her face, and only her slightly curled toes revealed her uneasiness and tension at this time.

Fingers slid all the way down, and slowly unbuttoned, the painting style changed suddenly, from a gentle provocation to a bold and exciting seduction, she opened her skirt wide, shrank her shoulders, took off her coat, and threw it away to the side.

Teacher Yan narrowed her eyes, knowing what kind of dance she was dancing. Is this the so-called Yangchun Baixue?

The light and shadow were all over the place, and another piece of clothing was thrown aside, showing the exquisite beauty of the girl's body curve more and more.

What she was wearing now was a white shirt, and the hem underneath was tied in a loose knot. With a flick of her hand, the hem of the shirt spread out, and the slender waist was looming in the thin material.

When she was unbuttoning her shirt, her movements became slower, but her gaze became more intense, as if she was going to set Yan Ze on fire, and then the two of them burned in the flames together.

Qiaozheng's mood was even more tense than that of the only audience. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, and the trembling from the bottom of her heart made her body tremble.

But Yan Ze is an amateur after all, so she can only watch the excitement, Qiao Zheng is about to lose her footing, top-heavy, her knees suddenly go limp, her calf touches the ground completely, and her waist bends down.

Qiao Zheng really couldn't stand up anymore. The tension and the excitement of undressing made her feel as if she had received an electric shock. The only audience member didn't know if she was aroused, and half of her bones were brittle.

This striptease really hurts the enemy eight hundred and hurts oneself a thousand.

No, the enemy's city is impenetrable, with a very high defense factor. Her attack of this level may only reach the level of scratching a piece of the wall.

When Yan Ze saw her body go limp, she also became nervous for a while, thinking that she had fallen, but she didn't expect that the other party didn't land in embarrassment, but instead took advantage of the situation and bent her waist down, her body was elongated by this movement , the hem of the clothes fell down, revealing a flexible waist and a sexy belly button.It's as light as a butterfly and as flexible as a bird.

Qiaozheng straightened up easily, and her movements became crisp, with a touch of madness. She almost tore off the buttons, took off the shirt and threw it aside. There was only one piece of clothing on her upper body, similar to the ancient The apron covers the key parts, exposing a large piece of skin that reflects the porcelain light.

Next, Qiaozheng gaited like a lily, and with a raised waist, she sat down on the coffee table, raised her slender legs, and put her on Teacher Yan's side.

Black silk stockings wrapped her legs, outlining their smooth curves.

Her hands got into the bottom of the skirt, and she took off the stockings from her thighs, the black was weakened inch by inch, and the white was revealed.

After taking off the stockings, Qiao Zheng was really embarrassed to take the next step, so she sat obediently next to Teacher Yan, and returned to Xiaojiabiyu's appearance, shy and innocent, but the corners of her eyes couldn't hide the spring.

"I, I'm done dancing." She panted slightly, her chest was still rising and falling, as if she was about to burst the remaining underwear.

Teacher Yan showed a satisfied smile, showing no sign of narrowness or confusion, she said politely: "I have gained a lot of experience today, since it is sunny spring and white snow, then a layman like me may not be able to appreciate the essence of it." , but it made my eyes shine, like a spring breeze, and my understanding of art has risen to a higher level."

Teacher Yan's smile was neither too strong nor too weak, she was sanctimonious, gentle and scum.

Qiaozheng lay lazily halfway, and tapped Teacher Yan's forehead with her index finger, and her red lips were about to touch the tip of her nose: "You still want to taste the essence? Huh?"

Yan Ze was helpless: "Where did you go?"

As she spoke, she stood up, picked up the clothes that Qiao Zheng threw all over the floor, and folded them one by one, including the black fishnet socks.

Qiao Zheng blushed, snatched it over and said in a low voice, "I'll just clean it up myself."

Yan Ze stared at her: "When did you buy this?"

"I bought it before." Qiao Zheng's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"It's specific to the year and month." Yan Ze's tone was tough.

Qiaozheng knew that she couldn't be fooled, so she honestly confessed: "It was several years ago, and I don't even remember the year, let alone the month... I really forgot."

Qiao Zheng looked at Master Miejue eagerly.

"Through it a few times."

"Just once! I still wear it at home, and never wear it out."

"Are you wearing it at home? Who will you show it to?" Teacher Yan continued to press.

Qiao Zheng wrinkled her handsome face: "Apart from you and me, there is absolutely no third person who has seen it."

Yan Ze was even more confused: "You wear it for yourself, what kind of hobby is this?"

She didn't quite understand this behavior of showing off to herself.

"Don't you put on beautiful clothes and keep looking in the mirror when you're alone? It's called narcissism."

Yan Ze shook his head: "I haven't."

"Okay." They are different. Qiao Zheng can be so coquettish by herself. After she takes a shower, she likes to wipe off the mist on the mirror, stare at the reflection of her body, or after putting on makeup, Look in the mirror for ten minutes, admiring your own eyes, nose, and mouth, or playing with trendy hairstyles, or staring at your own manicured hands in a daze.

When she was just 20 years old, between a girl and a woman, some secret desires gradually grew in her heart. She liked fresh and exciting things, so she secretly bought a pair of fishnet stockings.What is a pair of stockings, she has more exciting ones, but the big move can't be used so quickly, it has to be done step by step, conquering the city and conquering the territory, and the final blow is fatal.

"Let's put your clothes away. Oh... change your..." Teacher Yan said.

Not as good as that Schrödinger pajamas.

Qiao Zheng winked, changed her clothes, and got under the covers.

The night is quiet, and the room is full of fragrance.

*******

The school finally became humane, and gave the students two days off on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Qiao Zheng also wanted to go home.

Mother still remembered that during the Chinese New Year, the civil servant introduced by Aunt Qiaozheng asked, "Have you had any contact with that boy?"

Qiao Zheng was drinking porridge. Hearing this, she raised her head in a daze: "Which one?"

Qiao Jun sarcastically said: "Mom, it looks like it didn't work out, everyone forgot about it."

"Oh... him," Qiaozheng remembered who her mother was talking about, "I don't have much contact."

"What a good condition, you girl is really..." the mother said angrily.

Qiaozheng pretended to mention it casually: "Dad, I don't really want to work in our school anymore. High school doesn't pay much attention to these classes. The salary hasn't risen for several years. Many of my colleagues have left and just become a piano teacher. An hour's worth of a day's wages."

Qiao Deqing put down his chopsticks: "You didn't come on a whim, you girl, you like to make decisions with your head since you were a child."

Qiaozheng said: "I'm not. Besides, I don't want to resign right away. I have to find another job."

Qiao Deqing was a little relieved: "I have a plan, not bad."

The mother was still worried: "You are a girl... run to a strange place by yourself, don't be deceived by others."

Qiao Jun chuckled: "It wouldn't be a bad thing if he was cheated by some boss."

Qiao Zheng ignored him, and continued, "I'm going to start my research now. I forgot what I learned in college. I have to pick it up again. I need to get a few certificates. It's easier to get into some dance schools."

"This...we don't understand, we still have to rely on you, but you're almost thirty...Really, you don't have a date yet, and the children are all running around." The mother began to talk clichéd.

"You see, I can't support myself, can I support others?" Qiao Zheng retorted.

Mother said: "When you have children, you won't be so crazy all day long. Don't you like children?"

"I like it, but I like to eat, I don't necessarily like to cook. I like villas, but I don't want to be a construction worker." Qiaozheng is rational all over, this is where she sees it as a small stalk, Apply what you have learned.

Mother Qiao was speechless.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was a big holiday, Qiao Zheng stopped talking, and she didn't want to turn the dinner table into a battlefield.

The author has something to say: there is another update at 10:30

"But I like to eat, I don't necessarily like to cook. I like villas, but I don't want to be a construction worker." It is not original, and the source of the jokes I saw on Q and Q Space can no longer be found.