[Urban] Beijing Mixed Life (Complete) - Episodes 28-29 (End)

Chapter 1 of the Extra Chapter

********** ... "Cao Jiang, if you keep making a fuss, Mommy and Daddy won't take you out to play. Look at all the uncles and aunts' brothers and sisters, none of them are as naughty as you!" If it weren't for their son, no one would guess that the beautiful wife was already a mother of a seven-year-old. Jianguo had also just bought a new car. Ever since the new Mercedes S-Class was released, Jianguo had been eyeing it. As soon as it was imported, he sold his Magotan and bought an S400L. Jianguo's son, nicknamed Monkey, was mischievous and handsome, with big, double-lidded eyes, somewhat like his mother, and not at all like Jianguo. Jianguo spoiled his son a bit, which was understandable. Jianguo met his son when he was already two years old. Life wasn't good at the beginning, so Jianguo started over and worked hard to rebuild his business, quickly regaining his former glory in just a few years. "Hey, I told you, I suggested buying an S500, but you said it was too expensive and insisted I buy an S400, saying it was too boring. Look at Cao Shan, he's following me quite closely. If it were an S500, he would have already surged ahead." Jianguo gripped the artistic double-spoke steering wheel, as if showing off, yet also complaining. "Why are you driving so fast with the child in the car? You've been doing this for over ten years, how come you still can't shake this habit? I'm your wife now, and you're still comparing yourself to Cao Shan. You're just too competitive, lacking his easygoing nature. He bought a Volkswagen for a little over 100,000 yuan and drives it just fine, while you spend 1 million yuan on a Mercedes and you're still not satisfied." Little Monkey's mother sat in the back seat, her hand supporting her chin, her beautiful eyes gazing out the window, her sexy lips pouting angrily. The car window was slightly ajar, letting the wind blow through her long, flowing hair. All these years, her long, flowing hair hadn't changed. Following behind Cao Shan's Golf 7 was a GL8, driven by Qu Yan. Hai Bo had a bad back, so he bought a large car for easier getting in and out. "Hey, Qu Yan, how's the preparation for your new development in Qingdao going? Andy asked me to come up with a plan from Beijing." Hai Bo reclined comfortably in the second-row VIP seat. "Let's wait and see. Nobody can predict housing prices in second-tier cities. Alright, let's not talk about work now that we're out having fun and meeting up with old classmates," Qu Yan said as she drove. "Mom, how do we get past this?" Qu Yan's son, Cui Bingsheng, asked, holding up his iPad. Qu Yan thought her son's name sounded old-fashioned, but Haibo thought it was quite nice, given his father's choice. "Ask Dad, Mom's driving," Qu Yan said. Cao Shan was driving when his phone rang. Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, he wondered if it was a spam call, but it didn't seem like it, so he pressed the answer button on his Bluetooth headset. "Hello," Cao Shan asked. "Cao Shan? This is Xia Yao. I'm in Beijing, is it convenient to meet?" A gentle, intellectual woman's voice came from the other end. "Hello, oh, oh dear, Teacher Xia, hello, hello, you're back in Beijing?" Cao Shan raised his voice. "Cao Shan, are you not available to talk? Let's talk later. I'm back in Beijing from the US on business, staying for half a month. Can we meet in the Yukon?" The woman on the other end of the phone noticed the unusual tone in Cao Shan's voice . "No problem, a get-together is no problem. I'll treat. Several of our classmates are in Beijing too, let's get together then, I'll arrange it, Teacher Xia." Cao Shan was still pretending to be high. "Okay, sure. Call me when you're free." The woman hung up the phone , a little disappointed. "Sigh, it's been about 10 years since we last contacted each other, hasn't it? My teacher." Cao Shan hung up the phone, sighed, and looked in the rearview mirror at his wife. "A female teacher?" His wife's reply was brief. "Ah." Cao Shan was a little stunned. His wife chuckled and said, "It's just Xia Yao, pretending to play this game with me." Cao Shan chuckled awkwardly, but his thoughts drifted back to the past. Summer of 2002. Cao Shan had graduated for a full year. The past year had been the most tumultuous and bizarre of his life. He tasted the bitterness and sweetness of society and experienced sex more thrilling than AV. Last year, when he graduated, he was with Jianguo, Haibo, Quyan, and his classmates, striving together for their imagined future. But a year later, the dilapidated building they called "home" was now empty except for Cao Shan. Chen Si was a woman Cao Shan both loved and hated. She made him lose his job and betrayed his affair with Wang Yimei to Jeff, but she gave him her body, along with 100,000 yuan that would ensure his financial security for a while. Cao Shan was carefree yet idle, spending his days listening to music, practicing the piano, watching porn, and masturbating. Aside from the extra 100,000 yuan in his pocket, he was no different from a year ago. In this building, everyone except Cao Shan was an early riser. They wanted to awaken the city with their hard work. Some people get up at 2 or 3 a.m. to prepare vegetables and meat, then go to the market to sell them. Others get up at 4 or 5 a.m. to make soy milk and fry dough sticks, so that they can feed the sleepy migrant workers who have come from the suburbs to work in the city center an hour or two later. The sounds of these people working are Cao Shan's alarm clock. Cao Shan was awakened by the noise, which sounded like it came from the next room. Qu Yan and Hai Bo moved out a long time ago, and someone will be living in this room again. Cao Shan glanced at his phone; it was already 10 a.m. He got up, dressed, and went downstairs to the market to buy some food: two steamers of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), some mixed vegetables, half a pancake, and two bottles of beer. He would eat breakfast and lunch together, and if he didn't want to go out, he would even have dinner. A moving company truck was parked downstairs, and people were gradually moving furniture. Cao Shan glanced at the screen, picked up his things, went upstairs, locked himself in his room, and ate while turning on the VCD player. He replaced the music video with Woodstock 99; the "Rage in the Machine" segment was incredibly awesome, he'd watched it several times and still wanted to watch it again. In "Bullet on Parade," guitarist Tom Morello's guitar strumming created a DJ effect that left Cao Shan speechless, watching and pondering. Just then, someone knocked on the door. Opening it, he saw a tall, handsome young man. "Hello, do you have a hammer?" Cao Shan scratched his messy hair, looked around the room, and said, "I don't think so, you can ask downstairs." Just as he was about to close the door, the young man exclaimed as if he'd discovered something. "You, you're Cao Shan?" His expression suddenly became excited. "Yes, that's me." The young man's sudden excitement caught Cao Shan off guard. The boy's next actions made him feel like a panda in a zoo, being watched and pampered. "Hey, come quick, it really is Cao Shan! He lives here!" the boy called to the other male classmates who were helping with the move. They all dropped what they were doing and rushed over, crowding the doorway and grinning like they'd seen an idol. "You guys..." Cao Shan was a little confused. "Senior, it really is you! We're two years younger than you, we've seen your performances at school, and we all love your songs," one of the boys said. "Oh, I see. Thanks." Cao Shan was flattered and didn't know what to say. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no," a boy said, using an inappropriate analogy, seeing Cao Shan was like seeing a fairy descend to earth. These younger students had only ever seen Cao Shan on stage before, but this disheveled and somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation) young man was quite different from their imagined image.

"Hmm, you're graduating too? Renting a place here? New neighbors, welcome!" Cao Shan, feeling a little uncomfortable being surrounded, scratched his head and feigned politeness.

"No, we haven't graduated yet, it's our teacher who moved in," a boy said.

Cao Shan was surprised to hear that a teacher had moved here. Didn't the teacher have staff dormitories? Was he new? But it didn't matter, it didn't matter who moved in. Neighbors could be close or far, as long as they weren't those uncouth migrant workers, those bastards who drank and beat their wives all day, those who didn't care about hygiene and littered everywhere, like the guys downstairs who considered sweeping the trash and dirt to their doorstep a success, then it was okay.

Cao Shan, feeling bored, lit a cigarette, moved a stool to the stairwell, and leaned against the railing watching them work, while also basking in the sun. A moment later, he heard a woman's voice downstairs, familiar yet distant, "Thank you for your hard work! So many people have come to help the teachers move. Come on, let me buy you some drinks." Hearing this woman's voice was like a shot of adrenaline or dopamine; Cao Shan's heart immediately raced. He turned to look downstairs, and sure enough, it was her—history teacher Xia Yao.

He remembered when he first enrolled, Xia Yao was under 30; now she was just over 30, over 1.7 meters tall, with a neat and elegant short haircut, parted to the side, partially obscuring her face. Xia Yao had a pleasing appearance; her features weren't those of a stunning beauty, but together they created a dignified look. Her lips were slightly full; when he first started school, he thought this was a flaw, but he gradually came to find them quite attractive. Xia Yao's figure, like her appearance, was unremarkable but pleasing to the eye—the typical physique of a 30-year-old woman. She wore a white blouse and a knee-length pleated skirt, a typical teacher's outfit, intended to conceal her femininity and prevent male students from having impure thoughts. A pair of long, white legs lay bare beneath the skirt. Like many 1.7-meter-tall women, Xia Yao's figure was neither too thin nor too plump; her breasts were full, her hips were shapely, and her curves were perfectly distributed, except for her thick, rounded calves. Cao Shan hadn't previously been bothered by Xia Yao's thick calves, but after experiencing women like Qu Yan and Wang Yimei, Xia Yao's long, shapely, and slightly rounded calves made his heart pound. Xia Yao wore a pair of ordinary-looking but well-made wedge sandals—something she wouldn't wear to class.

In university, young, well-built, and charming female teachers like Xia Yao were always the object of male students' fantasies. There are many legends about her, from seniors to juniors. She loves playing badminton, sometimes with teachers, sometimes with students. Boys always like to watch her play. Xia Yao always wears a sports shirt and shorts, and the boys, seeing her long, shapely white legs and the way her breasts bounce with each jump and smash, don't care about her actual badminton skills. Because she always plays with boys, and given her age, she easily becomes friends with the students, leading to many rumors at school. Some say they've slept with her, vividly describing her figure in bed: a slender waist, full hips, long, strong white legs, and a round bottom that doesn't look like a married woman's. Some even describe her private parts, calling her a "white tiger" with only a few sparse hairs, some yellowish like her hair, and saying her vagina is very plump with pink labia. They even analyze that women with thick lips have plump vaginas. But Cao Shan doesn't think Xia Yao has any problems with her conduct; her cheerful personality and fondness for being friends with students are genuine. Of course, these legends all turned into fantasies while masturbating. The originally unfounded descriptions flashed back countless times in her mind, becoming more and more real. No male classmates had ever actually had a relationship with Xia Yao, but it was estimated that every boy in the school had fantasized about her. In other words, in the realm of fantasy, Xia Yao had already been "slain" by a thousand male classmates.

"Cao Shan," Xia Yao went upstairs and immediately saw the stunned Cao Shan.

"Hey, Teacher Xia, I didn't expect you to move in." Cao Shan snapped out of his daze, quickly stood up to greet her, and grasped Xia Yao's outstretched hand; it felt very soft. Xia Yao's wedge sandals weren't very high, but at over 1.7 meters tall, she was still a head taller than Cao Shan.

"Teacher Xia, please sit down." Cao Shan moved a chair over for Xia Yao to sit on, standing beside her. Xia Yao naturally crossed her legs, her originally fleshy calves crossed, the white flesh on her calves glistening. This sitting posture was the most beautiful for a woman with long legs. Cao Shan couldn't help but steal a few more glances.

"Well, my husband's doing his PhD in the US, and things are stable now. I'm planning to go abroad too, but I'm short on funds, so I sold the house and will stay here temporarily. We'll see what my husband's plans are before deciding whether to leave immediately or rent a better place," Xia Yao said. Sunlight shone on her face, making her fair skin glow even more. Her short, dark brown hair swayed in the breeze, fluttering along with her skirt. A tall, elegant female teacher sat gracefully in the corridor, the backdrop of green trees and sunlight. She casually brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, looking like a beautiful painting.

Cao Shan and Xia Yao chatted casually while the boys helped move their things. Two boys struggled to carry her desk this way, so Xia Yao went to help. The three of them lifted it together. When they reached the door, the two boys couldn't take it anymore and put it down to rest. Xia Yao called out a chant, bent over, spread her legs, and lifted it up with her buttocks sticking out. The fabric of her skirt had a nice drape, clinging perfectly to Xia Yao's buttocks, outlining her alluring peach-like shape. Cao Shan

, watching from behind, almost had a nosebleed. Xia Yao's outfit was definitely not suitable for work. Just as she was lifting it up, perhaps because her soles were sweaty, her foot slipped, her heel twisted, and with a cry of "Ouch!", Xia Yao fell to the ground, her two long, white legs spread wide apart. In that instant, Cao Shan saw the glimpse of Xia Yao's skirt. After that, this scene flashed through his mind countless times—the skirt blooming like a flower, two long, shapely white legs spread wide apart, the black lace underwear where her legs met, very sexy. In his memory, it was a thong, because Cao Shan had seen Xia Yao's vulva between her legs, white like a steamed bun with long, fleshy lips growing out of the middle—but it could also be his imagination.

Cao Shan's blood rushed to his head, and he stood there dumbfounded, staring at Xia Yao's long legs that were exposed up to her thighs. The boy, on the other hand, quickly came over and helped Xia Yao up. Xia Yao hurriedly covered her legs with her skirt, her fair face already red. Cao Shan regretted not helping her up; he looked like a pervert staring under his teacher's skirt. If he had helped her up, it wouldn't have been so embarrassing, and he could have touched his teacher's body—how wonderful that would have been!

"Teacher Xia, are you alright?" the boy asked with concern as he helped Xia Yao sit down in a chair. Then he actually knelt down and helped Xia Yao take off her shoes, picking up her feet to massage them.

"Oh, I'm fine, no, you go ahead with your work." Xia Yao was clearly embarrassed by the boy's actions. It would be perfectly normal for a boy to massage a girl's feet if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, but this was between a teacher and student. The boy tactfully walked away.

After a busy afternoon, he was finally almost done. A student brought over lunch from school, and Xia Yao invited Cao Shan to eat with her, but Cao Shan said he had food at home and wouldn't bother him. Perhaps the boy who had been staring at Xia Yao's thighs that afternoon had changed his impression of Cao Shan; he wasn't as enthusiastic or polite anymore.

Cao Shan returned to his room, lay on his bed, and listened to the lively chatter next door. He thought to himself that students really didn't know the meaning of life; being idle was their right, unlike him, for whom being idle was a heinous crime.

The boys ate and chatted for a while before leaving, but Cao Shan didn't leave his room. For some reason, although he had been slightly surrounded by the younger students that afternoon, feeling a bit like a star, he was no longer the school's rock idol, but a down-on-his-luck unemployed. He felt somewhat inferior in their presence, and they didn't have much in common to talk about.

It was late, and a gentle breeze blew into the small building on a summer night, making it quite cool. Cao Shan opened his door, placed the stereo by the door, played music, and moved a stool to sit in the hallway to cool off. Xia Yao came out wearing a large t-shirt, shorts, and slippers, carrying a washbasin. The t-shirt was so big it almost covered her fair thighs, and her dark blue shorts were barely visible, making it seem like she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Teacher Xia, are you going out?" Cao Shan asked.

"Ah, going to school to take a shower," Xia Yao said with a smile, walking slowly with a slight limp.

"It's dangerous for you to go out like that and come back alone at night. Besides, we can take a shower here," Cao Shan said, looking at Xia Yao's clothes.

"Oh? We can take a shower here? How do I use it?" Xia Yao asked.

Chapter 2

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Cao Shan's second year of life in Beijing after graduation began with the arrival of his teacher, Xia Yao. The absurd events of the previous year had just passed, and heaven had already sent the teacher he had fantasized about during his student days to be his neighbor. It was simply a recipe for disaster.

Xia Yao, who had just moved in, wanted to go back to school to take a shower and then come back late at night. The small, dilapidated building wasn't far from the school, but the asphalt road had hardly been repaired since the 80s and 90s. It was a two-lane road with tall poplar trees on both sides and a drainage ditch on one side, making it dark even during the day. For someone like Xia Yao, walking around with her bare legs exposed in a big t-shirt and coming back smelling of perfume, this place was a mixed bag, and she might get into trouble.

Cao Shan told Xia Yao that she could shower next door, and Xia Yao was delighted. Indeed, after a long day, Cao Shan smelled her fragrant sweat, but his own body felt sticky and uncomfortable. Xia Yao took a basin and toiletries, and Cao Shan led her into the bathroom. Although it was simple, it was clean enough; after all, fewer people lived on the second floor, and there weren't many random people.

Cao Shan taught Xia Yao how to turn on the outside valve first, then the cold water, and to preheat the water slightly before showering, etc., and then they came out.

Cao Shan leaned listlessly against the railing in the hallway, gazing at the woods across the way. He heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Cao Shan imagined Xia Yao probably naked. Hmm, mature and sexy figure, firm breasts, a large butt, thick legs, but long… Was she scrubbing herself? Applying shower gel to her breasts? Perhaps she was spreading her legs and rubbing her vulva with her hands? "Today's been busy enough. My pussy's been rotting in my underwear all day; it probably smells awful by now. Is there even urine stains in my cunt?" Cao Shan fantasized.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, Xia Yao came out carrying a washbasin. A towel was wrapped around her hair, and besides toiletries, the basin contained several pieces of underwear. Xia Yao's already fair face was flushed from the hot water, and her large t-shirt covered her thighs, making it unclear whether she was wearing underwear underneath. The scent of shower gel made Cao Shan blush.

"Thank you. This bathroom is very clean, just like showering in the washroom back in school," Xia Yao said, giving Cao Shan a smile as she walked past him.

Cao Shan stared blankly at this mature yet vibrant, charming and sexy goddess. "You're welcome, Teacher Xia, you...you're so beautiful."

Xia Yao blushed slightly but didn't reply, only saying, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room too, goodnight." Xia Yao walked to the door, a gentle breeze blew, just enough to open the hem of her t-shirt. In a fraction of a second, Cao Shan saw her beautiful legs and her large, white buttocks underneath. A young woman's buttocks are usually wide, plump, and soft, exuding a unique maternal sexiness. Xia Yao cried out, quickly covering her buttocks and hiding inside, closing the door behind her.

Cao Shan returned to his room and heard the sounds of a hairdryer, the television, and the lights being turned off across the hall, then silence fell, broken only by the chirping of cicadas.

The next day, when Cao Shan woke up, Xia Yao had already gone to class. Out of sheer boredom, I decided to take a stroll. When I got to the subway station, there were quite a few people waiting. Ahead of me was a girl, probably around 1.68 meters tall, not quite 1.7 meters. She had a great figure, wearing a loose-fitting, open-necked t-shirt, her long, flowing brown hair casually tied up, revealing a slender neck. Although quite slim, her hips were still round and pert, encased in black leggings. Her two long, straight legs were very fair and beautiful, even barefoot. She wore wedge sandals—a popular style at the time—which not only accentuated her figure, making her legs appear even longer, but also generously displayed her fair feet. The girl carried a backpack and a book, looking very much like a student. A girl like that would be a sight to behold anywhere. Cao Shan stared at it for a long time.

Soon, the subway arrived, and the girl and Cao Shan squeezed in one after the other. Someone got off at the next stop, and with a few jostling movements, they were pressed together. The girl, wearing wedge heels, was taller than Cao Shan. She was in front, and Cao Shan was behind. There was initially some space, but as the train approached the station, the jostling brought Cao Shan's body pressed tightly against her back. With the swaying of the train, Cao Shan felt something soft pressing against his crotch. When he realized it was the girl's buttocks, he shamefully became erect. Cao Shan was embarrassed and tried to move back, but there was no space. The girl's round, perky buttocks rubbed against his crotch, his erect penis pressed against her buttocks. The fabric of her leggings was soft and elastic, almost like she wasn't wearing anything. He could feel the soft, elastic texture of her buttocks. The worst part was that he was rubbing his penis against the buttocks of a strange girl with a great figure on the subway! Cao Shan felt both embarrassed and aroused by the soft buttocks, and he had nowhere to hide. The girl obviously noticed the hard object of the man behind her. Cao Shan could see her cheeks turning red and her breathing becoming rapid as he traced her fair neck. Cao Shan thought, "What's going on? Does that girl think I'm a pervert?" But slowly, he felt that the girl didn't seem to be very averse to it. Her round, perky buttocks even seemed to intentionally push back a couple of times and sway from side to side, whether intentionally or due to the inertia of the train, he didn't know.

Soon they arrived at the station, and the girl squeezed towards the door, and Cao Shan squeezed in after her. The girl probably didn't want to get off at this station, otherwise she wouldn't have been so close to the inside as soon as she got on the train. After the girl squeezed off, Cao Shan stepped out of the subway.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Cao Shan explained to the girl, his face red. The girl didn't say anything, but just turned around and gave him a resentful look, then turned and strode away, almost running.

He remembered the girl's face when she turned around. Compared to her near-perfect figure, the girl's appearance wasn't outstanding, not even pretty. Her skin wasn't as smooth as her thighs, and as for looks, well, later on, Wang Luodan came along, and while her temperament was similar, she wasn't as pretty. He also remembered her long, straight, white legs and the sound of her shoes hitting the marble floor as she ran.

This chance encounter with the stranger left Cao Shan somewhat dazed. He wandered around the city, had lunch, watched the recently released film "Blackman" at the Ziguang Cinema, and then slowly took a car back. The journey took almost two hours.

When he got off the car, he saw Xia Yao ahead, wearing a light gray dress that went past her knees, revealing her long, white, straight, slightly thick, and rounded legs. He quickly called out, "Teacher Xia," and chased after her.

"Hey, Cao Shan," Xia Yao heard someone call her, turned around, saw it was Cao Shan, and greeted him with a smile. "Getting off work so early?"

"No," Cao Shan scratched his head awkwardly, saying, "I'm unemployed right now."

Cao Shan and Xia Yao walked side by side towards the small, dilapidated building. Compared to the thin Cao Shan, Xia Yao appeared quite tall; she wasn't exactly a skinny woman to begin with. Xia Yao seemed quite interested in Cao Shan, who had graduated a year ago. Once upstairs, she let him into her room.

Cao Shan was surprised that in just one day, the room had been so neatly organized, with a layout similar to his own. Beside the window was a large bed, which she had brought from her home—a very high-end European-style bed, far better than his own shabby wooden plank bed. Next to the bed was a double sofa, clearly bought from IKEA. Back then, IKEA furniture wasn't as common as it is now. Opposite the sofa was a TV cabinet. Despite the building's dilapidated state, it all depended on who lived there. Xia Yao's room, filled with IKEA furniture and a few plants, looked tasteful and vibrant, a world apart from his own pigsty. Xia Yao made two cups of coffee, handing one to Cao Shan. Then she went to the TV cabinet, but instead of turning on the TV, she turned on the small speaker on the bookshelf next to it. Beautiful piano music filled the room, its plaintive melody instantly elevating the room's sophistication. What made Cao Shan's nose bleed even more was that as Xia Yao bent over to turn on the speaker, her skirt almost rose to her thighs, exposing her fair, delicate thighs. Despite her thick calves, her thighs were quite soft. Moreover, the silky fabric clung to her buttocks, the contours of her plump bottom sending a surge of excitement through Cao Shan. He thought, "That ass is best fucked!"

"Ms. Xia, do you like listening to Rubinstein's Chopin piano music?" Seeing Xia Yao turn around, Cao Shan quickly shifted his gaze, took a hasty sip of coffee, and asked.

"Oh, Cao Shan, I only knew you liked rock music before, I didn't expect you to know about classical music too?" Cao Shan's answer surprised Xia Yao.

"No, I just bought a basic classical music magazine, and they gave away CDs with it, and it just so happened that they had this piece. Classical music is too profound, I don't understand it." Cao Shan was a little embarrassed. Xia Yao plopped down on the bed, crossed her legs, and her already slightly thick and round calves looked even more plump and white when crossed. Her feet swung gently, her toes dangling from her sandals, swaying back and forth.

"By the way, why aren't you at work?" Xia Yao asked.

"Oh, it's boring. I became a salesman after graduation, made some money, but I really didn't like that work environment. I was always begging and pleading. It was enough to make ends meet, and the expenses weren't high, so I quit. I wanted to continue practicing the piano and see if I could find a better job," Cao Shan said.

Xia Yao, holding her coffee, smiled at Cao Shan and said, "Yeah, you were quite the star among your classmates when you were in school. Do you remember how many girls swooned over you? I really thought you'd sign with a record company and become a rock singer after graduation. I didn't expect you to end up as a salesman anyway." Cao

Shan chuckled twice and said, "With a school like ours, what else can you do after graduation if not become a salesman? I really didn't think about signing a contract. I just like singing, it's child's play. But I can't develop it professionally, since I'm not a professional. Like Jiang Yifeng, he's been studying music since elementary school."

Xia Yao quickly said, "Why not? I think your songs are better than any pop star's. I really like them."

Cao Shan was surprised to hear that Xia Yao liked his songs. He said, "Really?"

"Of course! What? Can't a teacher like a student's music?" Xia Yao made a cute face, pouting and pretending to be angry.

"Of course, of course," Cao Shan thought to himself. It's even better if a teacher likes their students. He quickly added, "Teacher Xia is quite a sight for us boys." Seeing that Xia Yao was having a good time, Cao Shan tested her a little.

"Hmph, do you think I don't know what you boys are thinking? Every time I play badminton, a bunch of boys gather around to watch. You all like soccer and basketball, how many of you like badminton? You just go to watch me." As Xia Yao spoke, she crossed her legs and changed her posture, her fair knees and calves flushed slightly. Her shoe fell to the ground, but she didn't pick it up, leaving her fair and beautiful feet dangling in the air, as if she was deliberately showing them to Cao Shan.

"Hehe, Ms. Xia, you know, it's not our fault, it's just that you're so beautiful," Cao Shan said, glancing at Xia Yao's beautiful legs.

"What do you mean I'm beautiful? Don't I know what I look like? Let's not even talk about my appearance, I'm not the same kind of beauty at all, and I'm not that thin, I'm a little chubby, my butt isn't small, and my legs are thick, I'm just tall and fair-skinned. Of course, it's all because you guys have so much energy. You've graduated, you've been exposed to all sorts of beautiful women in society, how would you remember me?" Xia Yao wasn't impressed by Cao Shan's flattery.

"Who said that? I graduated a year ago, and I still think Ms. Xia is super beautiful." Cao Shan continued his attack.

"Alright, alright, I'm not some little girl, you think I'll faint after a few words? Let me tell you, I'm a married woman, okay? I'm immune to sweet talk." Xia Yao said with a smile, neither disgusted nor agreeing with Cao Shan's flattery. "Oh, right, didn't you have a girlfriend? Zhang Ning? Not with you?"

Cao Shan was surprised when Xia Yao asked about Zhang Ning, and quickly replied, "Oh, yes, she graduated and went home. We're practically separated now."

"Separated?" Xia Yao giggled. "Little classmate, you're hardly separated yet!" Xia Yao laughed happily, her hands supporting her on the bed, her body leaning back, her two long, white legs playfully kicking as if playing in the water. Her long, white legs, not slender but rather slightly fleshy, bounced up and down under her skirt, reminding Cao Shan of Ning Jing in "In the Heat of the Sun," but Teacher Xia Yao was much taller, whiter, and more elegant than Ning Jing. She laughed heartily, her breasts heaving up and down, which he found very enjoyable. He had always felt that meeting a young and beautiful teacher like Xia Yao in college was a great blessing, and to be neighbors with her after graduation was simply a blessing from heaven.

"Well, it's not like we're separated, we haven't broken up but we're not together either," Cao Shan explained, looking at Xia Yao's happy expression.

Xia Yao stopped laughing and said, "Cao Shan, would you believe me if I said I guessed your current situation correctly?"

"Huh?" Cao Shan didn't understand. Xia Yao continued,

"Zhang Ning has mentioned me to you, right?" Xia Yao glanced at Cao Shan and said noncommittally, "To be honest, I don't like her. You know she caused trouble for me at school, right? We're like oil and water. Even though she's a sports student, she's not good at studying. Who's going to school for? For me? Isn't it for herself? I won't even mention her arguing with me in class, and when she did poorly on tests, she would go against me, saying I was picking on her. She has a bad temper, and besides, I think this girl is quite materialistic. She's pretty and has a good figure, so she thinks everyone should pamper her. With you like this, she won't suffer with you in Beijing."

Xia Yao was right; she hit the nail on the head. Although Cao Shan disagreed with calling Zhang Ning materialistic, he admitted that he currently lacked the means to provide her with a good life. He lowered his head and remained silent.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I upset you." Xia Yao, seeing that Cao Shan wasn't saying anything, said, "Most married women in their 30s are often less concerned about their behavior." Xia Yao didn't treat Cao Shan as an outsider, and comfortably bent her legs, hugging her knees as they sat on the bed. Moreover, the sofa Cao Shan was sitting on was lower than the bed, so her skirt was completely exposed to him. When Cao Shan looked up, he saw Xia Yao's two long legs curled up, like in a famous nude photograph. However, Cao Shan's perspective was from the side, so he could see not only her fair thighs but also the area between them clearly. Her thighs extended to her buttocks, and her wide, plump buttocks were almost entirely exposed. Between her thighs was a small, sexy black lace panty, the silk covering her most private parts but outlining the lines of her vulva.

Cao Shan couldn't stand the sight of such a sexy and revealing display; he felt a wave of dizziness.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Yao noticed Cao Shan's strange gaze and immediately realized her posture was indecent. She quickly put her legs down, then looked up and burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Cao Shan, are you alright?"

Cao Shan was surprised by Xia Yao's malicious laughter, then felt a salty taste in his mouth. He wiped his nose and realized it was bleeding. He couldn't control himself anymore and burst out laughing. How did he become Ryo Saeba from a manga? This laugh caused blood to spurt out, landing on Xia Yao's legs and skirt.

"Ouch, hehehe, I'm sorry, Teacher Xia." Cao Shan laughed, bewildered, frantically searching for tissues. Xia Yao laughed and got off the bed, pulling out some tissues, wiping herself, and handing Cao Shan a few as well.

"Serves you right for looking like that! Teachers are women now, what's there to see?" Xia Yao complained with a laugh.

Cao Shan stuffed his nose with tissues, but the blood kept flowing. Xia Yao wet a towel with cool water, folded it, and placed it on Cao Shan's forehead, gently saying, "Come on, lift your head up."

Just as Xia Yao was pressing the towel against Cao Shan's forehead, the door opened, and the handsome, tall boy from yesterday stood in the doorway carrying a lunchbox. Students, after all, wear their emotions on their sleeves, and his face was incredibly sour.

Seeing the boy's grumpy face, Cao Shan felt a little uncomfortable and quickly stood up, saying, "Teacher Xia, look, I've brought my lunch back. I won't disturb you any longer; I'll go back and read for a while."

Xia Yao didn't seem to mind, taking the towel Cao Shan offered and saying, "Tilt your head back, drink more water; it's easy to get nosebleeds in the hot summer." Then, looking at Cao Shan's comical appearance with tissues stuffed in both nostrils, she couldn't help but giggle.

"By the way, what are you reading?" Teachers are generally interested in reading, so she asked when Cao Shan mentioned reading.

"Oh, the book 'Wounded Flowers in Full Bloom'," Cao Shan said.

"Oh? Is it that book about the history of rock and roll?" Xia Yao asked.

Cao Shan was also surprised and said with delight, "Teacher Xia, you know about this book too?"

Xia Yao smiled and tapped his forehead, saying, "You, you forgot? You were reading this book in my class when you were in school, and I confiscated it from you. I flipped through a few pages and it was indeed quite good, but you chased me to my office as soon as class ended, begging me to give it back."

"Oh, yes," Cao Shan remembered, and the two smiled at each other.

"I'll lend it to you when you see it. It's about history, after all, and I can use some of it when I teach world history. The students will definitely be interested," Xia Yao said.

"Teacher Xia! The food's getting cold!" Xia Yao and Cao Shan were chatting, leaving the boy standing at the door. The boy was so embarrassed that he interrupted their conversation.

"Just leave it there," Xia Yao said coldly to the boy. Cao Shan slipped out under a pretext. Back in the house, he heard the boy angrily say, "Teacher Xia, I walked all this way to get you food, and you ignored me? Does Cao Shan have that much charm?"

Xia Yao replied indifferently, "Thank you."

The boy persisted, "Teacher Xia, I know Cao Shan is a popular figure at school, but girls are infatuated with him, and you, as his teacher, are infatuated too?"

Hearing this, Xia Yao was a little unhappy. "Cao Shan is my student, and we'll be neighbors after graduation. What's wrong with chatting? Besides, what business is it of yours if I chat with him?"

"I'm unhappy to see you like this," the boy said defiantly.

"You're unhappy? I'm just your history teacher! Why should I care whether you're happy or not when I chat with someone else?" Xia Yao was somewhat amused by the infatuated boy.

The boy was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and said, "I like you!"

"Please! Don't be like this, okay?" Xia Yao said helplessly, continuing, "I appreciate you helping me move, but it's just a student helping a teacher, right? I'm married, what are you trying to do?" "

I don't care, I just like you, I want to pursue you!" the boy shouted again. Cao Shan could imagine that the boy looked exactly like Ma Jingtao at that moment.

"If that's the case, give up! If there's nothing else, you can leave, I'm a little tired." Xia Yao gave him the order to leave, and a moment later, there was a loud slam of the door.

Cao Shan smiled bitterly, thinking, "Back in our year, there must have been some silly

infatuated guys like that too." In any case, Cao Shan was more self-aware than that stupid infatuated boy. He felt that Xia Yao's argument with the boy was also a way of reminding him. Yes, even if Teacher Xia was beautiful, she was someone else's wife. Besides, Teacher Xia was just cheerful and outgoing; maybe she didn't mean to seduce him. Besides, they were teacher and student after all, and not that close at school, so keeping a distance was better to avoid looking like a womanizer. He didn't want to be the kind of person who lived for his dick.

Practicing piano and singing were the tasks Cao Shan had assigned himself. Besides the energetic punk, the flamboyant alternative rock, and the old blueshark, he also played some folk and pop music. No matter what kind of music he liked, he could always easily express those beautiful melodies. Cao Shan actually didn't really like these melodies. Although they were nice, he always felt they were too pop and not cool enough. However, it was a genius's instinct, the ability to capture and combine beautiful melodies. In other words, musical genius wasn't something everyone possessed.

Coming out of the director's office, even the usually gentle and refined Xia Yao couldn't help but curse. Today was a day of utter misfortune. The students in class were basically divided into two types: those sleeping and those staring at her. When the bell rang, a few restless students took advantage of her bending down to gather her lecture notes to brush past her from behind, then ran away with wicked grins. It was blatant molestation, but she couldn't make a fuss. If word got out, the disruptive students would usually excuse themselves with excuses like immaturity and high hormone levels, but she would be portrayed as someone who "doesn't attract attention," a woman with a certain attractiveness and a restless nature, left alone by her husband abroad. And that wasn't all. After class, the head teacher called her to his office, first asking why she sold the house. She spouted a bunch of nonsense about living in a staff dormitory and the buyer being an outsider disrupting the neighborhood's peace. Then, she subtly hinted that some students had reported having crushes on her, and there were rumors of a flirtatious relationship between her and a recent graduate living in her new apartment. Xia Yao was frustrated. Why did even her colleagues and teachers so easily believe those rumors? Why did they prejudicially define her as a restless, even promiscuous woman? Was it simply because she had a cheerful personality and some good looks? Of course, she couldn't defend herself. This stubborn old woman was extremely traditional; it was good enough if she wasn't scolded, and besides, there was nothing more to say to her. Xia Yao finally understood the saying—bad women are forced into it. She held no illusions about this environment, only hoping that things would be settled with her husband quickly so she could leave this troublesome place in America.

Walking back to her small building, Xia Yao became a sight to behold on the street. She didn't look like a teacher; she looked more like a celebrity or a white-collar worker. Her meticulously cut short hair was neatly swept back on one side, while the other side covered half of her face. The hair was neat and smooth, and her brown hair was natural—fair-skinned women usually don't have such dark hair, but it looked like it had been carefully dyed. She wore large sunglasses that almost completely covered her face, which, combined with her sharp hairstyle, made her look both aloof and alluring. Today she wore a loose-fitting, short-sleeved silk shirt. The V-neck accentuated her long, slender, snow-white neck, and her sexy collarbones were subtly revealed. She paired it with ordinary skinny jeans, but on her, they looked extraordinary—the jeans hugged her shapely, rounded hips and her long, straight legs. The silver high heels she wore made Xia Yao appear even taller and sexier. She had hesitated a bit when she put on these jeans that morning; they were too sexy, and the tightness around her calves made her want to lose weight. But her soft, thick calves were natural; no matter how much she tried to lose weight, they only became stiff after exercise and soft again after relaxation. They never became thinner, and were even thicker than a few years ago. This was understandable; she stood on the podium every day—how could they not be thick? Another issue was that her buttocks were too tight. She thought it was nothing, but the shirt was short, and while she felt her large buttocks were a bit cumbersome, to others, the shape of her sexy, alluring buttocks was perfectly displayed. No wonder those bad classmates were eyeing her again.

Compared to the school, the dilapidated little building became Xia Yao's haven. People there were indifferent, although some uncultured, rough men cast lewd glances, but they were just being looked at. The little building made her feel away from the hustle and bustle, very free, and there was Cao Shan there too. Cao Shan had left a very good impression on Xia Yao when they were in school. First, Cao Shan was a star at school; every performance, big or small, was only perfect when he was on stage. In addition, Cao Shan was really handsome, the kind of handsome man that women liked the most. Especially after seeing him again a year after graduation, she felt that Cao Shan's mind had become more mature after a year of training. He wasn't as immature as the students at school, nor as rigid as those old scholars. At least he was someone she could talk to, and besides, Cao Shan was very likeable. She could sense Cao Shan's inappropriate feelings for her, but instead of disliking them, she felt a sense of anticipation. She knew Cao Shan's affection was safe; he wouldn't dare cross the line. Besides, she herself had a little bit of affection for Cao Shan, even though, as a teacher, she didn't want to admit it. She did feel a sense of anticipation every day on her way home, and her heart would flutter after she went upstairs.

But Cao Shan ignored her for several days.

As Xia Yao went downstairs, she heard piano music coming from Cao Shan's room. It was her favorite song. She remembered how, back in school, whenever Cao Shan sang this song during a performance, the girls in the audience would go crazy. She herself longed to shout "Cao Shan, I love you!" with the girls, but her position as a teacher prevented her from doing so.

Upstairs, the piano music grew clearer, and Xia Yao found her heart racing and her cheeks burning—was this the magic of music? She shouldn't have such feelings for Cao Shan. Reaching her door, Xia Yao hesitated for a moment, then finally kicked the key and knocked on Cao Shan's door.

"Oh, Teacher Xia, you're back!" Cao Shan was pleasantly surprised to see Xia Yao at the door. He had initially thought Xia Yao was subtly trying to prevent him from doing anything too out of line, given their past teacher-student relationship, but he hadn't expected her to approach him first.

"Ah, I just got off work. I was listening to you play the piano, and since I had nothing else to do, I came to check on you. Am I bothering you?" Although Xia Yao maintained her composure and spoke in a teacher's tone, she seemed a little nervous standing at the door. She smiled, bowed slightly, kept her legs tightly closed, and held a cloth bag in front of her. If it weren't for her mature and charming demeanor, she would have looked like a naive college student.

"No, it's no bother at all. It's just that I'm playing alone anyway. It's like Bo Ya meeting Zi Qi, a true friend is hard to find." Cao Shan quickly ushered Xia Yao into the house, pulled up a chair for her, and poured her a glass of water.

"You play the piano really well." For some reason, their meeting this time lacked the ease and casualness of their last encounter; instead, it felt somewhat awkward—perhaps they were both overthinking things. Xia Yao made small talk, one hand resting on her thigh holding a water glass, the other gently pulling her bangs behind her ear, revealing a bright smile—she only used bangs to cover her face when outside, partly for the same effect as sunglasses, making her feel safe, and partly because she felt it was impolite to cover her face with her hair in front of familiar people.

"No, just playing around, just playing around," Cao Shan played haphazardly, pretending to look at the position, but his eyes were sneaking glances at her long legs encased in jeans and the curves of her firm buttocks.

"I remember this song, I watch every performance you do, and the audience goes crazy every time you sing this song," Xia Yao said with a smile.

"Oh? Teacher Xia likes my songs too? And has seen my performances?" Cao Shan was a little surprised.

"What's wrong with that? Shouldn't I, as a teacher, like my students' music?" Xia Yao asked with a smile.

"No, no, of course not," Cao Shan was secretly delighted, but pretended to be nonchalant.

"Hey, stop playing nonsense! Do you have any good songs? Play me one!" Xia Yao pleaded.

"Sure thing, there is one, written for you." With that, Cao Shan adjusted his guitar and began to play and sing softly.

"Written for me???" If it weren't for Cao Shan's guitar playing, the dominant seventh chords creating a faintly melancholic yet captivating mood that instantly drew her into the world of the song, Xia Yao would have almost blurted it out. He had never sung this song before, and he had never shown any interest in it before. They would just greet each other when they met in the cafeteria, and Cao Shan rarely watched her play badminton, or if he did, he would stand at a distance. How could he have a song written for her? "Would

you be surprised if

my grades got so bad

, always making grammatical mistakes and having

to stay home to answer

my questions? My face is so red, right?

Do you know why? Can I love you

just because I'm grown up ? You taught me to recognize love, but I can't touch it." The last harmonic in the outro was played ethereally yet loudly, and before the lingering sound faded, both of them fell into silence. How could Xia Yao not understand the lyrics? This was clearly a teacher-student romance. "Can I love you once I grow up?" The lyrics were a direct declaration of love, and how could he possibly agree? The next line, "You taught me to recognize love, but I can't touch it," perfectly reflected his own feelings. Whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't cross the line. "Hehe, just playing around, the piano is a bit off." Seeing Xia Yao's lack of reaction, Cao Shan lowered his head, stroking his lips, not daring to look up. He knew that singing such lyrics in this situation was indeed somewhat embarrassing. "It's very beautiful. When did you write it?" Xia Yao tried to calm her breathing, asking casually. "I wrote it at school. Actually, actually..." Cao Shan repeated "actually" several times. Actually, he was worried about Xia Yao's reaction. If she stormed off, everything would be ruined. But Cao Shan still mustered his courage to say it, "Actually, Teacher Xia is the most beautiful. I, like other boys, have a crush on you." After saying that, Cao Shan lowered his head even further. "But you know, you shouldn't have this thought, right? I don't want you to have this thought about me either," Xia Yao tried to comfort him, her heart pounding wildly. She then stood up. Seeing Xia Yao about to leave, Cao Shan was filled with disappointment and regret for his abruptness. He could only stand up, put his instrument aside, and say, "Teacher Xia, I... I didn't mean that." Cao Shan followed Xia Yao to the door. Suddenly, Xia Yao turned around, pointed behind him, and said, "Hey? Look what's that?" Cao Shan turned his head in the direction Xia Yao was pointing but didn't see anything. Suddenly, he felt something soft and warm on his face—a kiss on his lips! Xia Yao had actually kissed his cheek. By the time he reacted, Xia Yao had already walked out, opened the door, and gone into her room, leaving him standing there dumbfounded. Cao Shan was completely immersed in happiness, his mind blank, only able to recall Xia Yao's burning lips, so soft, so warm. Xia Yao's lips were slightly thick, which made the sensation so intense. Cao Shan even had a lewd thought: how blissful it would be if Teacher Xia's lips licked his penis. He remained in a daze for the entire afternoon. When it was time to eat, Xia Yao knocked on the door again. She stood at the door as if nothing had happened and asked, "Cao Shan, want to eat together?" "Oh, oh, well, isn't that boy bringing you food?" Cao Shan stammered. Chapter 3 , April 13th ********** ... "Teacher Xia, please don't misunderstand. I was just asking, why does that boy... always get you food?" Cao Shan asked. "Who knows?" Xia Yao shrugged and continued, "Who knows? A lot of girls in his class like him, and he gets all cocky, like every woman has to throw herself at him. To be honest, I initially had a pretty good impression of him. He's handsome, studies well, and loves sports. He's good at history, likes playing badminton, and is the type of guy teachers like. But after a while, I felt his motives weren't pure, or maybe it was just wishful thinking. That makes him more annoying." Cao Shan nodded and said, "Yeah, handsome guys and beautiful girls always have a bit of an inflated sense of self-importance."

"That's right, you're right. It's about having a high opinion of yourself." Xia Yao poured beer into Cao Shan's glass, and Cao Shan quickly declined. Xia Yao continued, "These young boys always think youth is their greatest asset. I don't know if it's from watching those inappropriate VCDs or the effects of hormones, but these students always see female teachers as the kind of teachers they imagine." Xia Yao paused, giving Cao Shan a knowing look, and continued, "In their eyes, there's no respect for teachers; instead, they see me as a repressed woman. They always think that a woman my age must... well, have special desires, and that teacher-student relationships are inevitable. They even act on their flawed beliefs." Xia Yao sighed, "I'm also very annoyed. You know there are some unfounded rumors about me at school, and I've been harassed, but I can only endure it because I'm afraid of making things worse. I'm not the kind of woman they imagine, that kind of female teacher. I can guarantee that, but that's not what they think. It's difficult for me; after all, I'm a teacher, responsible for educating and nurturing students. If I'm too decisive, I'm afraid it will hurt him and affect his worldview, but if I let it go, I'm afraid he'll misunderstand."

Seeing Xia Yao sigh and look helpless, Cao Shan understood her situation and secretly felt that he shouldn't cause her trouble. After all, she was also her student. So she said, "Yes, Teacher Xia, I understand your thoughts. I haven't been out of school for long, only a year, but I've learned a lot in this year. To be honest, I've had those terrible and ridiculous thoughts that you mentioned about boys..." Cao Shan lowered his head embarrassedly and continued, "Boys in school just have wild ideas. Whenever they think of the opposite sex, sex is always the first thing. And because they lack social experience and know too little about women, the women in their minds are all stereotyped. They think, 'If I do this, I will definitely be able to do that,' a simple progressive cause-and-effect logic. But in reality, everyone is different. These students always think that they can attract women by relying on their youth and strength, but they don't know that women value feelings the most, and love comes from feelings."

Xia Yao listened to Cao Shan's long-winded explanation and saw that he was talking about this issue of men and women in a very serious and mature way. She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I didn't expect you to understand women so well?"

Cao Shan smiled embarrassedly and said, "Well, society is a melting pot. I've seen everything in this year."

"Oh?" Xia Yao was intrigued by the implication in Cao Shan's words and quickly asked, "You sound like you've seen it all? Tell me about it."

Cao Shan blushed and stammered, "Teacher Xia, do you really want to hear it? I... I feel that since we're teacher and student, it's not good to talk too deeply."

Xia Yao didn't seem to mind and said, "What? The song you wrote for me was so straightforward, and now you're all innocent? I'm not asking for details, what's the big deal?" Xia Yao had also drunk beer, and her fair face was flushed.

"Well, okay, I'll tell you then." Cao Shan thought, if you don't mind, why should I pretend? So he said, "I... actually, my first time wasn't with Zhang Ning, but with one of my clients."

One sentence made Xia Yao blush; the information was too much, but she couldn't stop him now, since she had started the conversation. So she said, "Her? What kind of woman is she?"

"Jiang Peilin," Cao Shan said.

"Jiang Peilin? That famous model?" Xia Yao's mouth gaped open in surprise, as if a penis had been stuffed into it.

"No, she looks a lot like Jiang Peilin. A boss's wife. Her husband is cheating on her and even introduces her to clients for business purposes." Cao Shan glanced at Xia Yao; her surprised expression told him that these few words were enough to shatter her worldview. Cao Shan felt a little smug, thinking, "Serves you right for letting me say that." "She's very beautiful, very tall..." Cao Shan smiled awkwardly, explaining, "You know, I'm short, so I like tall women." After saying that, he gave Xia Yao a suggestive look, but Xia Yao ignored him—the story Cao Shan had simply sketched out was hard for her to process.

Cao Shan continued, "She's suffered a lot. She has a husband who would sell his wife to other men; you can imagine her suffering. Not only that, her husband is also cheating on her. Actually, she seduced me to get revenge on her husband." Xia

Yao lowered her head, her face flushed. She never expected that the seemingly young and handsome Cao Shan would be involved with a married woman. She didn't know what to say, only asking, "She...she slept with you?"

"Yes," came the single word, leaving Xia Yao speechless. But Cao Shan's next words were even more unbelievable. Cao Shan continued, "She was the first."

"The first? Was there a second?" Xia Yao asked, her mouth agape.

"You mean besides Zhang Ning? The second one is Zhang Ning." Cao Shan looked completely honest.

Xia Yao was shocked! "Zhang Ning, besides your girlfriend? Did you have several others besides her?" Xia Yao asked.

"And my former boss's wife. She wasn't pretty, very domineering, a high-ranking official in a foreign company, very strong and tall, over 1.9 meters." Cao Shan said casually.

"1.9 meters? You mean you had a relationship with a 1.9-meter woman?" Xia Yao couldn't believe it. She suddenly felt that the Cao Shan in front of her was completely different from the well-behaved and handsome boy she remembered.

"The boss who hired me is our boss's mistress. She took me to meet a client, who is the boss's wife. My boss was afraid the boss's wife would find out about the relationship between the manager and her, so he lied and said I was her boyfriend. Maybe our boss's wife wanted revenge, so she seduced me and... you know." Cao Shan put on an innocent expression.

"So complicated..." Xia Yao shook her head and smiled bitterly. She asked again, "Actually, you were forced into it, since you and your boss are innocent."

"Yes, at first." Cao Shan said.

"What? At first? What do you mean at first?" Almost every word Cao Shan said surprised Xia Yao.

"In the end, for various reasons, I slept with our boss, who is also our boss's mistress." Cao Shan was a little embarrassed. "Actually, when I first joined the company, I thought she was beautiful and had a good temperament. She was the dream girl of many men in the company, just like... just like you." His voice trailed off.

Xia Yao shook her head with a wry smile, saying, "No, no, I'm really different from her. Are all working women like this..." Xia Yao thought for a long time before finally using the word "desire."

"No, actually, things are very complicated. Everyone is like being led around in a scripted drama. It sounds absurd, but it really happened. Actually, actually, the person I feel most sorry for is my classmate." "

What? There's something about our school too?" Xia Yao was surprised again.

Cao Shan didn't intend to hide anything from Xia Yao. Liking her was one thing, but more importantly, these things had been weighing on his mind for a year, and it was very painful. Xia Yao was someone worth listening to. "Hai Bo, you know him, right? He's my classmate."

"Yes, I know him. Why?" Xia Yao asked cautiously. "When you first graduated, right? I ran into him once. He got together with Qu Yan, a sports student from your year, and they even seemed to be talking about marriage. What? It wasn't him, was it?"

Cao Shan didn't speak, but nodded.

"Oh my god, Cao Shan, what have you done?" Xia Yao exclaimed like a woman in a dubbed film. "You know how difficult it is for couples to go from dating in school to finally being together? Many break up after graduation. Isn't that what happened to you and Zhang Ning? Shouldn't you be wishing them well instead of trying to ruin them?" Xia Yao was angry; she thought Cao Shan was a troublemaker.

"I know I was wrong. Actually, I had a chance to be with Qu Yan, but I chose Zhang Ning." Cao Shan said, but Xia Yao interrupted him, "Qu Yan is someone else's girlfriend too. How could you do such a thing?"

"I... sigh, yes, I know I was wrong. They've had a tough time. Hai Bo and Qu Yan introduced me to a job and helped me a lot. Just now, I mentioned that my first client was introduced by Qu Yan. Actually, the reasons are hard to explain, sigh, anyway, I was wrong. You're living in Qu Yan and Hai Bo's house now. If this hadn't happened, we could still be neighbors, but now, we might not even see each other again."

"You!" Xia Yao playfully poked Cao Shan's forehead with her finger, feigning anger. Women's minds are strange. If she knew a boy had a relationship with a woman he shouldn't, she'd think he was outrageous. But if she knew he'd been penniless and had slept with four or five women in just one year, it was different. She'd wonder why so many women liked him, and she'd develop a strange fondness for him.

"You're such a womanizer! How come so many women throw themselves at you?" Xia Yao initially kept a straight face, but then couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that Xia Yao wasn't angry or resentful, Cao Shan relaxed and laughed, saying, "If I said I had a big...thing, would you believe me?"

"I hate you!" Xia Yao's face flushed instantly. Smiling sheepishly, her gaze drifted to the restaurant entrance, where she suddenly saw the group of students noisily entering, and her smile vanished.

Cao Shan turned around and saw that it was the boy and his group of classmates who had come to eat. Seeing Xia Yao and Cao Shan, their faces were a hundred times uglier than Xia Yao's.

The boys glanced at Cao Shan's table with ill intent before sitting down at the table next to them, making a loud clattering sound as they pulled up their chairs. The three or four brats ordered a case of beer, and the tall, handsome one downed a whole bottle in one gulp, then immediately vomited.

Xia Yao shrugged helplessly, implying they were immature. Cao Shan lowered his voice and continued eating and chatting with Xia Yao.

Seeing his miserable state, the boy noticed that Xia Yao ignored him and continued chatting with the other boy, and angrily shouted, "Waiter! Waiter!" Several out-of-town waitresses, who had already kept their distance, reluctantly came over when they heard him shout.

"You, finish this!" the boy said, swaying as he stood up and handed a full bottle of beer to the waitress.

"B-Big brother, I don't, I don't drink," the waitress said timidly, seeing the boys' drunken state.

"Bottoms up!" one of the boys yelled at the waitress.

Seeing the waitress trembling with fear, Xia Yao couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up abruptly and said, "What do you want?! Your teacher is here, what are you trying to do?" Xia Yao shouted loudly, but she was a gentle and refined woman, and her voice still sounded soft.

"Oh, Teacher Xia..." the boy said swayingly in a sarcastic tone, "I really didn't see you. I thought you were a young couple dating." He then laughed wildly, and the two boys next to him joined in the laughter.

"You!" Xia Yao was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Cao Shan grabbed Xia Yao's hand and gestured for her to sit down. Xia Yao stomped her foot angrily, but when she sat down, she was still pouting.

Seeing this, the boy persisted, mocking, "Damn, you said it was nothing, but you're already holding hands."

Xia Yao had no appetite for food anymore, pouting and glaring resentfully at Cao Shan. Cao Shan, however, remained calm and composed. He filled Xia Yao's glass with beer, then gently clinked his own glass against hers, took a small sip, and then put a piece of food on Xia Yao's plate, whispering, "It's okay, let's eat."

Cao Shan's calm yet affectionate gesture only angered the boy more, who sarcastically remarked, "Trying to be a Casanova, huh? You charmed so many girls in school, and now you're hitting on teachers after graduation."

Xia Yao was about to stand up and argue with him again, but Cao Shan grabbed her delicate white hand, signaling her to stay out of trouble. He thought it best to avoid trouble with such a drunken bastard.

The boy had come to cause trouble, but his attempts to defuse the situation several times only made him feel more and more embarrassed, and he turned his anger towards Cao Shan. "Damn, so he's a coward. Just because he's a little handsome? He's a pathetic little thing, short like Guo Jingming, and he's trying to seduce teachers, what a load of crap!" He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, which landed right on Cao Shan's shoes.

Cao Shan suppressed his anger and ignored him, but Xia Yao couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and shouted at the boy, "How can you be like this? Can't you have some self-respect? Did someone offend you?!"

The boy laughed and said, "Oh my god? You're protecting your own now? What? Feeling sorry for him? Huh?! You're not doing anything with him, are you? I didn't spit on you! Why are you yelling at me?!" The boy got angry and rushed over to grab Xia Yao's clothes like a madman. How could Xia Yao's silk shirt withstand such a tear? Wouldn't it be ruined? Although Cao Shan also wanted to see Xia Yao's fair and smooth body, this wasn't his opinion.

"Hey, hey!" Seeing this, Cao Shan stepped forward to block him, and the boy grabbed Cao Shan, almost lifting him up. Cao Shan wasn't annoyed, and smiled ingratiatingly. "Hey, brother, brother. We were doing fine last time we met, how did it turn out like this? You've all misunderstood Teacher Xia and me. I'm her student, and you're her student too. We're both teacher and student, right? What would it be like if a student dated their teacher? As the saying goes, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life,' so Teacher Xia is like a mother for life. Would you have feelings for your own mother? Wouldn't that be incest? Wouldn't that be human? So, don't have any ideas. You saw what happened when we moved that day, didn't you? Come on, calm down."

These words made the boy feel awkward and anxious, but he didn't know what to say. Could he not understand that Cao Shan was mocking and insulting him? Not only was he calling him shameless and inhuman, but he even said "fuck your mother," but in that context, it was called comforting, not insulting. The boy was angry but didn't know what to say. The classmate next to him was unhappy and yelled, "What the hell are you saying? Who the hell are you cursing? Are you looking for a beating?!"

"Hey classmate! That's not right of you. We're human beings, not animals. Don't just go around beating people up all the time. Only chimpanzees beat this and that for no reason. Humans need to think like humans, otherwise what's the point of having a brain and a mouth?" Cao Shan's insults without using any swear words made Xia Yao burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, are you trying to provoke me? I'll fucking beat you up, so what?!" Another boy with a buzz cut was a little exasperated and came over to make a move. Seeing this, Cao Shan knew he couldn't provoke him anymore. If three people attacked one of them, not only would Xia Yao get involved, but he quickly picked up a bottle and stood up to block Xia Yao. When the buzz-cut boy saw Cao Shan with the bottle, he panicked and instinctively backed away, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. Cao Shan saw this and knew what was going on.

"Hey classmate," Cao Shan raised his voice at the boy with the buzz cut, "Can you kill me today? If you kill me, you're finished too. If you can't kill me, what are you doing hitting me? I'm telling you right now, I don't cause trouble. It doesn't matter if you liked my songs before or hate me now. Teacher Xia is our teacher. We should respect teachers. What are you doing making a scene in front of our teacher? Huh! If you want to hit me, then hit me. I won't fight back. But if you dare to lay a finger on Teacher Xia, come at me first. If you can't kill me, don't even think about touching Teacher Xia!" After Cao Shan finished speaking, he could already sense that Xia Yao must have been moved.

Cao Shan shook the bottle again, and the crew-cut guy jumped back in a panic. Cao Shan immediately put on a smile, seemingly friendly but with a hint of contempt, and said, "Anyway, I've upset you guys today." He glanced at the crew-cut guy and said, "Bottles aren't for hitting people, they're for drinking. I'm not saying you're my senior or anything, we're just friends. Since I've upset you guys, how about this, I'll set an example, and you guys can do whatever you want, okay?"

Seeing that Cao Shan didn't swing the bottle, the crew-cut guy became arrogant again. "Do whatever you want? What the hell do you want? What are you going to do? Set an example or not? Are you looking down on me?"

"Fine, brother, let's have some fun!" After Cao Shan finished speaking, he picked up the bottle, tapped the bottom twice, took out a lighter, and flicked the cap off. With a bang, the cap flew far away, and beer gushed out like a fountain. Cao Shan tilted his head back and pounded the bottle, spilling beer foam everywhere, but the bottle was soon empty. The three students had never seen anything like it. Before they could react, something even more astonishing happened—Cao Shan swung the bottle and smashed it on his head with a loud crack. The remaining beer, along with shards of glass, flew everywhere, covering Cao Shan's head.

"Brother, are you satisfied with that?" Cao Shan, somewhat dazed from the blow, stood unsteadily.

"Cao Shan! What are you doing?!" Xia Yao was even more shocked, not expecting him to do this, and her voice trembled with fear. She quickly pulled out a tissue and tenderly wiped his face, asking with concern, "Is something wrong? Why are you being so silly?"

"Nothing," Cao Shan forced a smile, his body going limp and collapsing. Xia Yao quickly put his arm around her shoulder, lifted him up, threw 100 yuan on the table, and said angrily to the boys who were standing there, "What did he do to you? What did I do to you? Scumbag!" She then turned and walked out of the small restaurant without looking back.

All the way, Cao Shan's head rested on Xia Yao's soft breasts, which felt incredibly soft. Finally, they reached the door, and Xia Yao frantically rummaged for her keys in Cao Shan's pocket, accidentally touching his large penis, which was erect without her noticing, like having a rolling pin stuffed in his crotch. Xia Yao's small hand touched her face and immediately turned red.

Xia Yao helped Cao Shan to the bedside, intending to throw him onto it, but Cao Shan held her too tightly. With a struggle, she rolled onto the bed along with Cao Shan. Xia Yao struggled to get up, but Cao Shan held her even tighter. He felt incredibly comfortable against Xia Yao's mature body, her soft flesh pressing against his chest. This instantly aroused Cao Shan's animalistic instincts. Like a leopard, he pounced on Xia Yao's soft body, reaching his hand inside her shirt, through her tight bra, and directly grabbing her snow-white, firm breasts.

"Cao Shan, what are you doing?" Xia Yao never expected Cao Shan to become so beastly. She was momentarily stunned. When she realized her body was being violated by Cao Shan, she desperately grabbed his hand that was inside her breasts, enduring the sharp pain as her breasts were being grabbed, and desperately pulled his hand away.

"Teacher Xia, Xia Yao, I like you, you, you give yourself to me." Cao Shan, whether drunk or not, stammered incoherently, his hands busy, his other hand already slipping under Xia Yao's tight jeans and into her buttocks.

"You, you let go! Cao Shan! Let go of me!" Xia Yao desperately grabbed Cao Shan's hand, shouting loudly. In the struggle, her body came into full contact with Cao Shan's massive member. She understood why so many women threw themselves at him, but now she was about to be raped by Cao Shan, and she fought with all her might to prevent him from succeeding.

"Xia Yao, give it to me, give it to me." Cao Shan mumbled incoherently, his hand inside Xia Yao's jeans already grasping her plump, soft, and tender buttocks, and he went even further, probing downwards. If Xia Yao hadn't been so tall, Cao Shan would have already succeeded.

Xia Yao still felt Cao Shan touch her buttocks. His large hand, like a tunnel boring machine, reached between her legs with all its might. She could feel that Cao Shan's hand had touched her private parts. She was horrified! This couldn't go on; if it went any further, it would be the end.

"Ah..." Xia Yao screamed like a madwoman, struggling with all her might, and swung her hand to give Cao Shan a crisp slap across the face.

"Smack!!!" The slap stunned Cao Shan. He lay on the bed in a disheveled state, looking at Xia Yao kneeling on the bed, her clothes disheveled. Her shirt was almost torn open by Cao Shan, the collar open, and her bra unbuttoned. Xia Yao's two alluring and sexy snow-white breasts were faintly visible under the shirt.

"Bastard! You saw it too, what do the students think of me? What do they think of my relationship with you? My reputation at school is already bad, but luckily I'm innocent and have nothing to hide. But if you did that with me, I'd be in deep trouble. I'm immigrating with my husband soon, please, please leave me alone! I don't want any more trouble, please, okay?!" Xia Yao was already in tears.

Xia Yao's words were like a pinprick in Cao Shan's balloon, instantly deflating him.

"I'm sorry," Cao Shan murmured, slumped on the bed, staring at the ceiling, while Xia Yao had already slammed the door and left. That

night, he heard Xia Yao sobbing, which also pained Cao Shan.

Chapter 4

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Unlike Cheng Min, who was open-minded about infidelity, or Wang Yimei, who viewed sex simply as a pleasurable activity, or Li Jing, who was promiscuous enough to reach orgasm and moan unrestrainedly in front of her husband, Xia Yao was a well-educated woman with a strong sense of self-respect, yet falsely accused of being promiscuous. She valued her chastity even more, and she wanted to use her dignity to prove others' assumptions wrong. Therefore, she couldn't bear Cao Shan's violation of her. Even after crying bitterly in her room that night, she lay in bed alone, still reliving the memory of Cao Shan's hard penis for a long time. Yes, she was a 30-year-old woman, a woman living alone in an empty house. Didn't she need a man too? Her husband had been abroad for several years, returning twice a year when things were good. Whenever he came back, they would make love until dawn. The most he ever did was ejaculate three times and still wanted more, leaving her feeling wet and hoarse from moaning. The next day, the neighbors all knew that the couple had been making love all night.

Even if she craved men, she couldn't have a relationship with anyone other than her husband, especially not with Cao Shan! He was her student, and that was unacceptable to her. Even if she did find herself developing feelings for Cao Shan, she knew it was just a woman's expression of love for a man.

But Xia Yao's troubles didn't stop there. She had been assaulted by Cao Shan; that night, his grip on her breasts was painful, and he had even touched her genitals. Yet—alas, the honest and unassuming Cao Shan acted like a victim, constantly avoiding Xia Yao. Several times when she went to the bathroom, Cao Shan would open the door, see her, and then close it again. This made Xia Yao feel somewhat embarrassed. Perhaps it was due to alcohol and impulsiveness, or perhaps it wasn't his fault, but Cao Shan's silence and repression seemed to be under immense psychological pressure. Xia Yao felt sorry for him; she really didn't want their relationship to become like this.

Xia Yao tried to change the subject with Cao Shan, but he wouldn't open the door when she knocked. She knew he was ashamed to face her. Xia Yao felt that what he did was wrong, but it didn't warrant this.

That day, during her lesson on modern American history, Xia Yao used content from the book "The Wounded Flower in Full Bloom" that Cao Shan had lent her. She connected American history with the development of Blues, Jazz, and Rock and Roll, discussing the differences between European and American cultures. She told the story of the Muddled Waters and Rolling Stones to her classmates, and also shared the history of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles' "British Invasion." Everyone listened with great interest. This was one of the few times in her class that a male student seemed more interested in the textbook than in her. Since that incident at the small restaurant, the boy had become much more well-behaved and hadn't bothered her anymore. Xia Yao thought they weren't bad kids, but she couldn't say she liked them. Xia Yao

walked back to the small building and heard faint music coming from Cao Shan's room on the second floor. She knew Cao Shan was there. She absolutely had to return the book to him. First, it was to return it to its rightful owner; second, it was to break down this barrier; and third, there was something else she wanted to discuss: she wanted to invite Cao Shan back to school to perform for the younger students. Cao Shan was too shy; if she waited for him to speak, he'd never say another word. Xia Yao went upstairs and noticed the music in Cao Shan's room gradually getting quieter. She knew he was deliberately turning down the volume to hide his presence. Xia Yao became mischievous, thinking, "You little Cao Shan, you did something bad and I have to come and beg you to forgive you, and you're even avoiding me. Fine, I'll show you what's what." Usually, Xia Yao would knock before approaching Cao Shan, but this time she was going to barge in and scare him. What's wrong with that?

Imagining Cao Shan's panicked reaction when he opened the door, Xia Yao couldn't help but smile. "Hmph, who told you to intrude and hide from me? I'll scare you!" Xia Yao, contemplating her wicked plan, covered her mouth with her slender hand and smiled adorably. She tiptoed to Cao Shan's door, then, like a child, burst into a mischievous laugh and exclaimed "Wow!" before forcefully pushing open Cao Shan's door.

…

Could it be just because she's a teacher?

That night, Xia Yao's desperate struggles left Cao Shan feeling embarrassed and helpless. At that moment, he hesitated to touch Xia Yao's body. Yes, what could be more terrifying than a woman wrongly accused of being a harlot than actually having cheated on her? Cao Shan thought to himself, he was truly obsessed with women. Xia Yao was his teacher, a married woman. How could he be so frivolous, doing something so immoral to her? That night, he was a bastard, lecturing his junior in a small restaurant with such sanctimonious airs, saying things like "a teacher for a day is a mother for life," and that having a crush on a teacher is incest. But after drinking a bottle of horse urine, he wasn't himself anymore, wanting to molest his teacher! Sigh, Cao Shan sighed. Just seeing her, even just from afar, would be enough. To speak a few words to her, to see her fair face with a sunny smile, to see her tall figure and curvaceous curves from a distance—that would be enough. He couldn't have any more improper thoughts about his teacher.

But Cao Shan had indeed touched Xia Yao's breasts and buttocks. The plump, tender texture of her skin lingered in his memory, and even days later, the sensation was still faintly discernible.

Xia Yao became someone Cao Shan thought about every day. After his afternoon nap today, his feelings for his teacher were particularly strong. Xia Yao's body was so alluring, so unlike any other woman. Xia Yao's body possessed the unique qualities of a young married woman—a blend of sexiness and reserve, heat and charm. Her temperament was unmatched; even deep contemplation could not compare. Xia Yao was fair and healthy, tall yet possessing a girlish shyness. Her breasts were full and firm, her buttocks wide and plump yet not bloated. Moreover, Cao Shan's hands had actually touched Xia Yao's private parts—the tender buds, the full mounds of flesh, and the glistening fluid secreted from the folds—Cao Shan's hands recorded every sensation of Xia Yao's body, along with his sights and thoughts, forming the most complete impression of Xia Yao's body. He thought back to this morning, when Xia Yao returned to her room from the washroom, he had hidden by the door, gently lifting the curtains, and seen her walk past the washroom wearing only a short white nightgown. The hem of the dress barely covered the top of Xia Yao's thighs, revealing her long, snow-white legs. Even in slippers, her legs still looked so strong and slender. He remembered a recent photo of Xia Yao that had slipped out of the table on the day she moved, which he had secretly hidden. Cao Shan couldn't control his lust for his teacher. He almost collapsed onto the sofa, stretched out his legs, and pulled out his 20-centimeter-long, rock-hard penis, imagining Xia Yao's body in his mind. He imagined Xia Yao sticking out her plump buttocks, her back to him, actively thrusting her buttocks against him, letting his penis tightly fill her soft, smooth vagina. He held Xia Yao's peach-like, round buttocks, his penis thrusting in and out of her body with unbridled ease. He fantasized that Xia Yao was alluringly kneeling beneath him, her eyes teasing him, then slightly parting her sexy lips, lovingly bringing his penis to her mouth, and slowly inserting it. In that instant, his penis was enveloped in her gentle embrace, an irresistible temptation.

Cao Shan, naked, legs stretched out and straight, his large penis proudly erect, one hand rubbing the foreskin against the purplish-red glans, the other holding a photo of Xia Yao he had found, pressing his thick glans against Xia Yao's dignified and radiant face in the photo. "Teacher Xia, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you..." Cao Shan groaned tremblingly, his masturbation becoming faster and faster. But just then, the door was suddenly pushed open. Cao Shan looked towards the door in panic, and to his further embarrassment, standing in the doorway was the woman from the photo, her radiant smile pressed against his penis—his teacher, Xia Yao.

Cao Shan, who was masturbating, was exposed to Xia Yao. Xia Yao's radiant smile, just a second ago, froze in mid-air. She never imagined her student would be doing such a sordid thing in his room. Xia Yao stared at Cao Shan, who lay sprawled on the sofa like a surrealist sculpture, his small frame bearing a disproportionately large, donkey-like penis. The over 20-centimeter-long, flesh-colored rod stood proudly erect between Cao Shan's legs. Both its length, girth, and hardness far exceeded Xia Yao's expectations of a man's penis. "How can it be so big? How can such a huge thing fit inside me?" For a second, Xia Yao pondered this question. But what she saw the next second left her even more bewildered—she saw Cao Shan holding his penis, poking at a photograph in his hand. Startled, the photograph slipped from Cao Shan's hand and fluttered to the floor. Xia Yao saw the bright, sunny smile her husband had taken of her a year ago.

Their eyes met, then awkwardly looked away. Xia Yao turned her head and said in a cold, teacher's tone, "Give me back the photograph later!" Then she went back to her room.

Cao Shan awkwardly pulled up his pants, picked up Xia Yao's photo, his face burning red. "Damn it, what bad luck!" Cao Shan thought to himself. He

gently knocked on Xia Yao's door. Rubinstein's *Tchaikovsky, Part 1* was playing in the room. Xia Yao, holding a cup of coffee, stood quietly with her back to him, staring blankly out the window.

"Teacher Xia, I...I'm sorry," Cao Shan said, head bowed, looking completely lost with the photo of Xia Yao he'd just been masturbating in. The sunlight streaming through the window shone through Xia Yao's loose white t-shirt, highlighting her alluring curves. Beneath the t-shirt were knee-length shapewear leggings, the black leggings contrasting sharply with her round, white calves. A pair of white slippers on her feet added a casual, homey touch, yet also a different kind of sexy maturity.

"Put it there. I called you here to discuss something," Xia Yao said, turning around, her tone noncommittal. Cao Shan was embarrassed, but Xia Yao was just as embarrassed. In this situation, there was no better way than to give her the cold shoulder.

"Please, please don't say 'discuss,' just tell me what you need." Cao Shan was somewhat timid, like a child who had done something wrong before seeing his teacher.

"Well, don't stand, sit down, sit down." Xia Yao found Cao Shan's appearance ridiculous and suddenly felt that she was more like an elementary school teacher than a university professor. Seeing Cao Shan's restraint, she said in a relaxed tone, "Well, we don't need your books in class anymore, and your juniors know that you are now my neighbor, so they have a favor to ask. They'd like you to come back to the school and perform for them again. It's been a year since graduation, and they really want to hear you sing." She

had originally come prepared to be scolded, but upon hearing this, she changed the subject and didn't mention it again. Cao Shan felt a weight lifted from his heart, but immediately became troubled again, saying, "Teacher Xia, you know our band will disband after graduation, I can't perform alone."

Xia Yao walked over, leaned against the cabinet opposite him, her two fair legs crossed, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Can't there be bands in this year's graduating class?" Hearing Cao Shan's refusal, Xia Yao was also a little disappointed. How could she not want to see Cao Shan on stage again? Wouldn't that be a beautiful memory for her? If she didn't want to, even if the students strongly requested it, she wouldn't have bothered.

Cao Shan shook his head, not daring to look at Xia Yao's face, glancing at her snow-white legs a few times to satisfy his eye, and said, "Those mediocre guys,

I'm afraid they won't do it." "Okay, then, never mind." Xia Yao was very disappointed. The atmosphere immediately turned cold.

"How about, how about I find someone to try?" Cao Shan didn't want to disappoint Xia Yao.

The next day, when Xia Yao and her classmates brought a drum set from the school to Cao Shan's room, Cao Shan waited at the station for two buses before finally seeing the person he was waiting for.

"Tang Jing!" Cao Shan saw her get off the bus. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, she wore a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black and white Converse sneakers. This designer from Panhai Shengshi was just like always, a typical artsy young woman. "Cao

Shan, this place is really out of the way." Tang Jing quickly lit a cigarette as soon as she got off the bus. Tang Jing wasn't pretty, and her figure wasn't good either. She had broad shoulders, a big bottom, and thick thighs, and she wasn't very tall. Otherwise, with that artsy vibe, she would have captivated a bunch of young men.

"This isn't cheap. How are you doing?" Cao Shan took the cigarette Tang Jing offered, lit it, and took a puff before asking.

"Still the same. Still working as a designer at Panhai Shengshi. Chen Si resigned. I heard you helped her with that? Is it true?" Tang Jing narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, her slightly crooked mouth curving upwards into a crescent moon, and said with a mischievous smile.

"No, no," Cao Shan stammered.

"Alright, looks like it's true." Tang Jing said with a smile, "Jeff has hired another mistress, business is pretty good. Qu Yan also resigned, I heard she went into real estate. Your department now only has Bob Lu Hailong and Xu Ming, the two of them are like brothers. His wife Li Jing goes to see them as soon as she gets off work, the three of them walk together, like his mother has two husbands."

"You're quite the sharp-tongued one," Cao Shan said with a laugh. "By the way, are you still practicing drums? Want to play together?"

"Sure, no problem."

The two chatted as they walked, and soon arrived at the small building. Inside the room, Tang Jing pulled a pair of drumsticks from her bag and sat behind the drum set. Cao Shan picked up a guitar and played a few notes; surprisingly, they had a good rapport.

After practicing two songs, they noticed a crowd gathering outside. It turned out the junior students who had helped carry the drums and several junior girls who had come along were listening to their rehearsal. After one song, a girl outside even gushed out,

"So cool!!" Xia Yao pushed open the door and led the applause.

Tang Jing was still processing the sudden appearance of seven or eight students, including a tall, elegant young woman who seemed quite close to Cao Shan. Tang Jing turned to Cao Shan and asked, "Is this...is this your girlfriend?" Before she could finish speaking, the students outside burst into laughter, and Xia Yao became a little embarrassed.

Cao Shan quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, she's my teacher, my university professor, Xia Yao. Professor Xia, this is my good friend and former colleague, Tang Jing." Cao Shan hurriedly introduced them.

"Hello, Professor Xia," Tang Jing said with a slightly embarrassed smile, realizing she had mistaken someone for someone else. She took Xia Yao's outstretched hand, which was soft and slender.

"Hello, Tang Jing, I didn't expect a girl to be such a good drummer!" Xia Yao exclaimed sincerely.

"Professor Xia, you flatter me. You're so beautiful and have such a great presence. It's such a blessing for students to have such a beautiful teacher like you." Tang Jing was quite sweet-talking.

"Of course! Knowing Professor Xia makes this university experience worthwhile, right, classmates..." Cao Shan chimed in, "Yes!!!!!!!!!!" The younger students at the window echoed in unison, their voices deafening.

"Ugh, what are you saying?" Xia Yao blushed, raising her eyebrows and shyly complaining to Cao Shan, like a woman complaining to her lover. She turned to the students and said, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse. Go back for dinner, you still have evening self-study. Everyone disperse, ah..." She raised her voice to summon everyone, but she still sounded so virtuous and gentle. Xia Yao was just that kind of woman, easily angered and easily flustered, always maintaining the elegant demeanor of a lady.

The students made a fuss for a while, then, finding it boring, they dispersed. Tang Jing and Cao Shan rehearsed a few more songs, and Xia Yao moved a stool to the side to watch. The two of them bickered like buddies during rehearsals, which Xia Yao found very amusing. After a while, she relaxed and started joking with them. Tang Jing wasn't a pretty girl; she had small eyes, a small mouth, and a small nose, with her mouth slightly crooked. She wore no makeup, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had long, straight hair like a three-haired character. Her figure wasn't good either; she was a little over 1.6 meters tall, with an apple-shaped body, making her shoulders and back appear broad. Her buttocks were perky, but she didn't have the vase-like curves of a woman with a graceful figure like Xia Yao. Her legs were shorter and thicker than Xia Yao's. In short, girls like Tang Jing are easy to befriend without considering their gender. Moreover, Tang Jing seems to have a natural affinity for people; although Xia Yao is Cao Shan's teacher, she feels very relaxed with the two young people, like old friends.

They played a few songs, which were quite good. After a break and some chatting, Xia Yao thoughtfully prepared a case of beer, chilled in a basin of cold water. The three of them opened the beer and drank while chatting. Normally, Xia Yao is very conscious of her teacher identity, but today she was exceptionally happy. Perhaps seeing Tang Jing, this artistic girl, reminded her of her younger self, and she wanted to relax with a few drinks. Tang Jing sat on a drum stool, and Cao Shan moved a chair to sit next to Xia Yao. The three chatted for a while, and the two women's conversation immediately turned to Cao Shan.

Xia Yao teased, "Tang Jing, did you see Cao Shan's influence? There weren't many people there just now. During his performance at school, the female students practically screamed, cried, and made a scene—they were absolutely crazy. He's got the female students mesmerized. Even if any big star came to the school, Cao Shan's influence could rival theirs."

Tang Jing, seeing Xia Yao's tone and exaggerated gestures as she described Cao Shan's performance—so different from her usual self—interrupted by her passionate words and gestures. Tang Jing also teased Xia Yao, "Teacher Xia, did you drink too fast? Goodness, it's like you're giving a report, praising Cao Shan to the skies! You seem quite infatuated yourself; are you a fan of his too?"

Xia Yao was taken aback. Yes, wasn't she a fan? If it weren't for her position as a teacher, she would have admitted it without hesitation. "Hmm… I don't know. After all, I'm his teacher. It's natural to like Cao Shan's songs, but I certainly wouldn't be as crazy as a student. I have to like him rationally, right?" Xia Yao adopted a teacher's tone again.

Hearing about Cao Shan's illustrious history at school, Tang Jing, while envious, wasn't too surprised. She said to Xia Yao, "A guy's charm is predetermined. Cao Shan's songs are good, but those girls, including you, who like him and even are infatuated with him, aren't entirely interested in his music. To put it bluntly, Cao Shan is just a womanizer. He's the kind of innocent, pure guy who naturally ends up with you and then pretends to be the victim."

Xia Yao, sitting next to Cao Shan, made an exaggerated expression as Tang Jing commented on him. "No way... our honest Cao Shan can play dumb to fool people?" she said, casually putting her arm around Cao Shan's shoulder and swaying it like a buddy.

Cao Shan laughed and took a big gulp of beer, saying, "Can you two stop talking about me all the time? It's like you're making me out to be some kind of pervert, a really cunning one."

Tang Jing quickly finished her bottle of beer, then opened three more and handed them to Cao Shan and Xia Yao. Seeing Cao Shan putting on an innocent act again, Tang Jing pointed a beer bottle at him and chuckled, "Pretending, always pretending. If you're not a pervert, who is? Don't pretend to be innocent, have you forgotten what happened between us?"

Cao Shan was taken aback, "What happened between us?"

Tang Jing squinted and smiled, "You're really shameless. Teacher Xia, did you see that? That's Cao Shan like that." She then turned to Xia Yao and said, "Teacher Xia, this happened a year ago, around this time last year. He came to my house, and I don't know what got into him, he pinned me down and tried to have sex with me. I'm still a virgin." "Look at Cao Shan, you're a handsome young man, so it's worth it. Anyway, I can't beat you, so being raped by you is worse than losing my virginity." That's what I really thought at the time. Cao Shan stripped me naked like a madman. I thought to myself, "How thirsty are you? You'd even sleep with someone like me." I thought, "Fine, you're my first man anyway. I can brag about it later, saying I'm not a virgin anymore, and it was a handsome guy who opened my brothel." But he almost went all the way in, stripped me naked, threw me on the bed, and then made a phone call and got rid of me.

Cao Shan then remembered going to Tang Jing's house to listen to the vinyl record. Scratching his head, he said embarrassedly, "Yeah, yeah, you're absolutely right. I was wrong, I was wrong."

Tang Jing picked up a bottle of wine and clinked it against Cao Shan's, then took two more sips and said, "Don't admit your mistake yet, it's too late. I'm asking you, was that phone call from your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Okay, what else can I say? She's very pretty, isn't she?" Tang Jing asked. Cao Shan didn't speak, but silently nodded.

After a moment of silence, the three of them smiled at each other and raised their bottles to drink.

Xia Yao wrapped her arms around Cao Shan's neck, her nose almost touching his cheek. She glanced at Tang Jing, then asked Cao Shan, "Where is Zhang Ning now? Who is she with? What is she doing? Do you know?"

Cao Shan shook his head.

"Do you know? How many girls in the whole school would be happy for days just because you smiled at them or said a word to them? Do you know how charming you are? But Zhang Ning doesn't want to stay by your side. You two had a chance to be together, but why didn't you?"

"I don't have money, and she doesn't want to suffer with me," Cao Shan said softly.

"It's not because she dislikes me; I look down on her too. I talk about her behind her back. Zhang Ning really doesn't deserve you. It's not that you're so outstanding, but is a girlfriend who can't share hardships really worth your love?" Xia Yao was furious at the mention of Zhang Ning. The only time she was called a slut by students was because of Zhang Ning. In Xia Yao's eyes, Zhang Ning was just a pretty face. Xia Yao was even more confused. Why would Cao Shan, who was excellent in every way, choose Zhang Ning as his girlfriend? Yes, she was beautiful and had a great figure. So what? Did having those two qualities make her a good girl? Zhang Ning looked a lot like Jun Ji-hyun, both in appearance and figure, but did that make her a savage girlfriend?

"But...but I really like her." Cao Shan lowered his head.

Xia Yao looked at Cao Shan and laughed, saying in a tone of someone who had been through it all, "Cao Shan, you really don't understand how to make friends. Love is mutual. You abused Tang Jing because of your needs, and then abandoned her because of Zhang Ning's phone call. Now you're in trouble, and Tang Jing comes to help with just one phone call, while Zhang Ning, whom you love most, doesn't even want to be with you because your current circumstances are worse. Who do you think is more worthy of your love?"

"Well, that's different," Cao Shan muttered.

"Okay," Xia Yao smiled; she understood. Men are visual creatures. So what if Tang Jing is a good girl? So what if she's willing to give up her virginity for him? Tang Jing's looks and figure are far inferior to Zhang Ning's; that reason is enough. If she hadn't drunk so much, if she hadn't really disliked Zhang Ning, Xia Yao wouldn't have said those words.

"What if it were me?" Xia Yao continued, "If Tang Jing were me, would you treat me the same way for Zhang Ning?"

"Huh?" Cao Shan didn't react, looking at Xia Yao's hazy, slightly tipsy eyes, unsure how to answer. "I... I don't know."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's drink!" Xia Yao said boldly. Cao Shan's answer clearly didn't satisfy Xia Yao. How could she not know that Cao Shan liked her? But Zhang Ning's place in his heart was irreplaceable.

After seeing Tang Jing off, Cao Shan went upstairs and saw Xia Yao wearing a thin silk dress, holding a cup of coffee and leaning against the door. The summer night breeze blew, making her skirt flutter, and her two long, white legs were so alluring. Xia Yao's tall figure, languid posture, and the aroma of coffee wafting from the cup made her look incredibly charming.

"You're back?" Xia Yao asked with a smile, no longer showing any signs of drunkenness.

"Ah, I just got to the station and the train arrived."

Xia Yao gave Cao Shan an elegant smile, then turned and went back inside.

As the summer night deepened, even the cicadas fell silent, too tired to chirp. A quiet, windless night was a torment, keeping one tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Xia Yao went to the windowsill, closed the window, and opened the air conditioner's window unit. She planned to enjoy the coolness after showering, then turn off the air conditioner to relax and avoid being kept awake by the noise of the unit.

Xia Yao carried her washbasin past Cao Shan's room. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, carrying faint music; he wasn't asleep either. Xia Yao thought to herself, slightly regretting discussing Zhang Ning with Cao Shan earlier. It was unnecessary, and she feared it might lead to misunderstandings. What comparison did she have with Zhang Ning? Did she really want a deeper relationship with Cao Shan? No. She

entered the bathroom, placed the washbasin on the wooden stool beside it, and took off her only nightgown, revealing her fair, tall, naked body. She inadvertently noticed a mirror, about the size of a 32mo book, hanging on the wall outside the bathroom window. She had talked to Cao Shan about Qu Yan. She knew Qu Yan was a very traditional, simple, and innocent student. Although Hai Bo only won her over near graduation, she had witnessed their intimate love. She remembered that at the graduation party, among so many student couples, only Hai Bo and Qu Yan dared to loudly declare that they would be together forever, that they would invite everyone to their wedding many years after graduation. It was the most genuine and responsible declaration of love. But how could Qu Yan betray Hai Bo and have a romantic relationship with Cao Shan in less than a year? Later, Cao Shan told her that their one-night stand with Qu Yan was a coincidence, but Qu Yan also had conflicted feelings for him. Cao Shan mentioned the mirror; it was something they tacitly agreed upon after Cao Shan helped Qu Yan. Before Qu Yan slept with Cao Shan, she would always open the curtains slightly when showering, revealing the mirror.

As Xia Yao undressed, she heard some rustling sounds from next door. She knew that Cao Shan must have seen her body through the mirror. After thinking for a moment, she went to the window and drew the curtains tightly. She didn't want to give Cao Shan any more hints. She was a woman who didn't know how to refuse, and she had a vague, unspoken affection for Cao Shan beyond the teacher-student relationship. But this affection was only liking, far from love, and she couldn't take that wrong step.

Cao Shan lay on the bed, thinking about Xia Yao's words. Did she really have feelings for him? If he had to choose between Zhang Ning and Xia Yao, who would he choose? It was such a difficult choice. One was his beloved, irreplaceable, but fading girlfriend; the other was his charming, goddess-like teacher, admired by countless men, right beside him. Hearing Xia Yao enter the bathroom, he excitedly sat up in bed. Xia Yao had asked him about Qu Yan, and he had told her everything without hiding anything, including the unspoken mirror he and Qu Yan had kept secret. He had just hung it up.

In the darkness, Cao Shan struggled to control his wildly heaving breathing, focusing all his attention on the small mirror. He saw the bathroom light come on, saw Xia Yao place the washbasin on the wooden stool, saw Xia Yao take off her nightgown, and his breathing became even more rapid. For the first time, Cao Shan saw Xia Yao's tall, mature naked body: her snow-white skin, her long neck and limbs, her tall yet voluptuous figure, her rounded, mature buttocks. When she turned around, he saw her full breasts, her smooth abdomen, her slender waist, and her wide, rounded hips with their graceful curves, as well as the faint, smooth tuft of pubic hair below her abdomen. He saw her long, straight thighs, her round, thick, white, tender, and smooth calves, and her delicate feet, not small in size but beautifully clad in slippers. Then he saw Xia Yao walk to the window, draw the curtains, and in that final moment, the gaze projected onto the mirror—a gaze that was indistinguishable between lament and disdain—before everything went white.

Disappointed, Cao Shan lay down on the bed, his enormous penis still proudly erect. Xia Yao's actions made it clear she didn't want a further relationship with him. Listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom next door, he longed to become that stream of water, to linger over every corner of Xia Yao's body, to kiss every inch of her skin with his invisible body, to warm her alluring body with the temperature of the water. This afternoon, Xia Yao had actually had some ambiguous conversations with him; even Tang Jing teased them, saying their teacher-student relationship should be followed by a romantic one. Xia Yao didn't comment, perhaps she was a woman who didn't know how to refuse. If Xia Yao hadn't drawn the curtains, Cao Shan had decided to wait for her to finish showering, but Xia Yao refused him, so be it.

Xia Yao returned to her room, the air conditioning blasting, making her shiver. She dried her hair, turned off the air conditioner, pulled the covers over her head, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, perhaps from drinking too much, Xia Yao woke up needing to urinate. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and hurried to the door. Only after opening it did she realize she was naked, a habit of sleeping naked. She wanted to put on a nightgown, but the urge to urinate was even stronger. In a panic, she grabbed a basin, spread her legs, and suspended her large, white, plump buttocks over it. Reaching between her legs, she parted her thick, white mounds, revealing her pink labia. With a thrust of her lower abdomen, "Whoosh..." urine gushed from her urethra, the powerful jet hitting the basin. The sound was exceptionally loud in the quiet night.

Cao Shan, still awake, heard Xia Yao urinating next door, heard the crisp metallic sound of urine spraying onto the basin, and the sizzling sound of urine rubbing against her vulva. Cao Shan, appreciating the beautiful sounds, couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Xia Yao's cunt was fucking powerful.

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