Chapter 44.1

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“What are you doing?” Qiao Ziman asked, her tone sharp as she stared at Chi Yin with visible suspicion.

Chi Yin met her gaze, exasperation flickering across her face, and let out a silent sigh. “What I meant is that you should take a proper rest,” she explained calmly.

Qiao Ziman’s eyes widened in disbelief, her expression practically shouting, I don’t believe you!

Chi Yin reached out, intending to comfort her, but Qiao Ziman swiftly dodged her hand. Undeterred, Chi Yin continued, “Didn’t we agree with your mom last time to take her and your grandma for a full medical checkup? I was thinking of bringing them here. You could use your annual leave and combine it with the Mid-Autumn Festival break. We’ll spend a few days showing them around.”

So that’s what it was about. A wave of warmth swept through Qiao Ziman, softening her gaze. Her Chi Yin was always so thoughtful and considerate.

Except—

Her eyes inadvertently drifted downward, landing on the chaotic mess scattered across the floor. The sweet feeling in her chest soured as she gritted her teeth and silently added, Except when she’s completely outrageous in bed!

Suppressing the ache in her body, Qiao Ziman shakily lifted a hand and pointed accusingly at Chi Yin. With a mix of shame and frustration, she mouthed furiously, “Chi Yin!”

Chi Yin circled to Qiao Ziman’s side, draped a blanket over her, and leaned down, her lips brushing lightly against Qiao Ziman’s ear as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Earlier, you were calling me Yinyin. Now suddenly it’s ‘Chi’? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice, low and teasing, carried a seductive undertone that seemed to have hooks, pulling at Qiao Ziman’s heartstrings and making them itch.

The faint touch of Chi Yin’s warm breath and lips on her sensitive skin sent shivers through Qiao Ziman’s already overstimulated body. The heat she had only just managed to suppress surged back, leaving her breath uneven and shallow.

Get a grip! she scolded herself internally. Pathetic! You can’t even resist a little temptation? How are you supposed to be a teacher if you crumble like this?

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to calm her racing mind. Silently, she began reciting the Heart Sutra: “When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara was practicing profound Prajna Paramita, she perceived that all five aggregates are empty. Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. Please, take away this seductive little demon from me!”

After a few moments of meditation, she regained some composure. Her gaze cleared slightly, and she managed to mouth with forced calmness, “Not bad.”

No sense of restraint whatsoever!

Chi Yin parted her lips slightly, gently biting Qiao Ziman’s ear, her tongue tracing slow, teasing strokes. “Just ‘not bad’?” she murmured, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Qiao Ziman’s heart felt like it was crawling with thousands of ants, the unbearable itch spreading through her chest, leaving her flustered and anxious.

Chi Yin’s tender, beguiling voice struck again. “Then why is your body so hot?” she whispered. “Constantly getting nosebleeds isn’t good for you. Want me to help you again?”

Her hands, wickedly disobedient, roamed once more, igniting fires everywhere they touched. Each time, her movements found Qiao Ziman’s most sensitive spots with pinpoint accuracy, leaving her teetering on the edge of control.

As her consciousness began to drift, Qiao Ziman tried to comfort herself: Better tears than blood. That’s the lesser evil, right?

With that pitiful thought, she forced out a response, “It’s… fine.”

Moments later, Chi Yin’s knee pressed upward, sending a sudden jolt through Qiao Ziman, who was perched precariously on Chi Yin’s lap. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as she bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle any sound.

Chi Yin removed the protective condom with care, steadying the now-exhausted Qiao Ziman with one arm while using the other to grab a few wet wipes. She meticulously cleaned her up, her actions as gentle as they were efficient.

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After a moment of recovery, Chi Yin kissed the tear-streaked lashes of Qiao Ziman, her voice soft and tender. “Feeling better now?”

The blurry figure in front of her began to come into focus. Qiao Ziman’s consciousness returned, and as she took in their current position, shame and anger surged in her chest.

How did this happen again?!

Unable to form any words, she leaned forward and bit down on Chi Yin’s shoulder, venting her frustration. After a moment, she released her grip, glaring daggers at her as if to say, Put me down!

Chi Yin immediately understood and carefully set her back on the ground.

As Qiao Ziman’s feet touched the floor, she felt the dampness on the bed. Her face flushed crimson, and she glared at Chi Yin again, this time with even more intensity.

Chi Yin caught on quickly, scooping her up again to strip and replace the sheets. As she moved efficiently, Qiao Ziman’s sharp gaze shifted from the bed to the floor, then to the window.

She nodded knowingly, quickly gathering the tissues and discarded condoms from the floor and tossing them into the trash. She then bundled up the used sheets and opened the window to let in fresh air, clearing out the sticky, cloying atmosphere in the room.

Through it all, Qiao Ziman’s piercing gaze never left her, as if she were trying to incinerate Chi Yin with sheer willpower.

Chi Yin turned back, pausing for a moment before flashing a playful smile. “Are you wondering how I can be so skilled when it was my first time?”

Qiao Ziman’s eyes widened in shock, her astonishment written all over her face. How can she read my mind like this?

Chi Yin, clearly amused by her expression, walked over and affectionately pinched the tip of Qiao Ziman’s nose. Still not satisfied, she leaned in and planted a tender kiss. Only then did she reply, “It’s all thanks to the teacher’s excellent guidance.”

Qiao Ziman froze, her mind spinning. Summoning all her strength, she managed to squeeze out a single sentence: “What did I teach you?”

Chi Yin pressed a finger to her lips, making a gentle “shh” sound to signal her to stay quiet. She turned and headed to the living room, where she boiled some water, let it cool, and brought it back to Qiao Ziman along with a throat lozenge. With great care, she helped her drink and settle comfortably.

Once Qiao Ziman seemed more at ease, Chi Yin resumed their conversation, her tone teasing but soft. “It’s all thanks to the teacher’s hands-on approach. Your most genuine reactions guided me so well—I couldn’t help but learn quickly and perform perfectly.”

“Is that so?”

Something about Chi Yin’s explanation still felt off, but Qiao Ziman was too exhausted to dwell on it. The continuous exertion had pushed her body to its limit, and her heavy eyelids were fighting a losing battle to stay open.

Seeing her in this state, Chi Yin’s eyes softened with affection. She gently scooped Qiao Ziman into her arms. “Let’s sleep in your room. I’ll clean up here tomorrow.”

Qiao Ziman, her chin bobbing up and down as she nodded off, still managed to keep her gaze fixed on Chi Yin’s movements. Only when she was certain Chi Yin wasn’t reaching for the condoms again did she finally relax.

The two made their way to her room. Once the door was shut, Chi Yin carefully laid Qiao Ziman onto the bed. “Let’s sleep,” she murmured.

Qiao Ziman nodded groggily, ready to drift off, but her eyes accidentally landed on the full-length mirror by the bed.

In an instant, she was wide awake.

The reflection staring back at her was an absolute mess. Her eyes were puffy and red, her neck, chest, and even the insides of her thighs were covered with a scattering of kiss marks and bite marks, some deep, some faint.

What the…? Is Chi Yin part dog?!

She glared at the culprit with a mix of frustration and humiliation, mouthing furiously, Get out.

“Tonight, you’re sleeping on the couch!”

Chi Yin could only let out a resigned “…” as Qiao Ziman had already passed out.