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"Oh..." It was the Associate Professor who cried out. Bai Lan's sense of urgency was very different from Yao Yao's. Yao Yao was like two closed flesh doors, while Bai Lan, how should I put it? It was like a pair of jeans that were too small, barely able to fit, but every part was tied tightly by her, and if she insisted on putting it on, she would definitely be exhausted and unable to breathe. Bai Lan couldn't stop after riding on him. Since she was already embarrassed, she didn't care. She closed her eyes, shook her hair, and tossed her little butt hard, supporting the Associate Professor's waist with both hands, squirming happily. After riding like this for dozens of times, she suddenly opened her eyes, but found that the Associate Professor was looking at her with a lecherous look. Bai Lan was embarrassed and said coquettishly, "What are you looking at?" She casually took a book from the bedside cabinet and threw it in his face. The Associate Professor had to hold the book to cover his face to avoid her embarrassment. Bai Lan then continued her swinging, but it was only a few dozen times, and she fell on the Associate Professor with difficulty and would not move. "What's wrong?" the associate professor asked through the book. "Well..." Bai Lan said weakly: "No strength..." The associate professor smiled secretly, but he couldn't bear it after all, so he put his hand on her waist and thrust his lower body upwards quickly and continuously. "Ah... uh uh..." This time it was Yao Yao's turn to scream: "Ouch... Ouch..." The associate professor thrusted diligently, enjoying the pleasure created by the two of them. As he thrusted, the book on his face was slowly taken away. Bai Lan leaned her face in front of him and looked at him quietly. "Are you comfortable?" he asked gently. Bai Lan nodded. "Then why don't you scream?" "What to scream?" The associate professor stopped and said: "Call me." "Call you?" Bai Lan said stupidly: "Old... teacher." "No." He said. Bai Lan didn't understand, but felt that he stopped making her feel flustered. "Not a teacher," the associate professor said, "husband." Bai Lan blushed and shook her head, "You are embarrassing me, who cares about you!" "Hmm?" The associate professor thrust forward a few times. Bai Lan frowned deeply, opened her lips, but didn't scream. "Scream..." The associate professor thrust forward even more fiercely, directly hitting her center.
“……”
“Dear,” the associate professor insisted, “call me…”
“……” Bai Lan finally whispered, “Husband…”
“Good!”
The associate professor suddenly rolled over, pinning Bai Lan beneath him. For his age, this position was much more comfortable. He moved with vigor, making Bai Lan tremble with each thrust.
“Oh… oh… Husband…” Bai Lan held him tightly.
“My little one… my sweet little one…” the associate professor was already panting heavily.
His hands gripped Bai Lan’s hips firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
“Ah…” Bai Lan arched his body, calling out.
The associate professor felt each movement as if he were pushing through a crowded space, the sensations sharp and intense, radiating through his limbs. Suddenly, he felt a fire ignite in his core; with a contraction of his body, a powerful release surged into Bai Lan.
“Oh…” He braced himself on his waist, then collapsed beside Bai Lan, utterly spent.
The associate professor was truly exhausted from the antics of several female students. Bai Lan kissed the beads of sweat on his chest while he kissed her hair, both enjoying the warmth after their intimacy.
The room was quiet; after a while, the associate professor toyed with her earlobe and asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Bai Lan shook her head and softly said, “It feels so good being held by you, Teacher.”
“Hmm?” The associate professor questioned.
“Husband…” Bai Lan said.
Satisfied, the associate professor pulled her closer, their necks entwined as they gradually drifted into a dreamy world together…
When Bai Lan opened her eyes again, the sky had darkened outside. The room was lit, and the associate professor sat at the corner desk writing something.
She turned over, feeling a bit disoriented. Hearing the rustling behind him, the associate professor turned to see she was awake and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Awake?”
“Um…” she hesitated for a moment before saying softly, “Husband…”
"Be good," he gently caressed her face. "Are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
The associate professor seemed only capable of making instant noodles.
"Mm, thank you," Bai Lan nodded. "What about Meng Zhu and Yao Yao?"
"I don't know when they left." The associate professor jumped off the bed, walked to the desk, and retrieved a note, handing it to Bai Lan.
"Teacher, we're leaving now. Thank you for your guidance today. For the homework we haven't asked about, Bai Lan will ask for us. Bai Lan's cough isn't going to get better so quickly, please give her medicine again later. Bye. Yi & Wen."
At the end of the note, there were two little girls making funny faces.
"Hmph, it's all their fault," Bai Lan muttered.
"Still talking," the associate professor pointed at the floor. "Who killed my spider?"
"Your spider?" Bai Lan's eyes widened. "It was yours... it... it bit me."
"I raised it to catch cockroaches; it wouldn't bite people," the associate professor laughed as he patted her head. "But it's fine; I'll trade you for the spider."
Bai Lan's face turned red again. "Who wants to trade with you?"
"It's a done deal; otherwise, you'll owe me a spider," the associate professor said slyly. "I'm going to make noodles now; wait a moment."
He kissed her and left the room. Bai Lan looked at the note, glanced around the room, and then at the unfortunate spider, lost in thought.
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