The woman he had coveted for a long time was pushed down on the bed and said something extremely embarrassing. Huang Haoyun's reaction was to spit out nosebleeds. From this, it is probably not difficult to guess what fantasies he usually has about Yahan.
On the other hand, when Yahan opened her eyes in a daze, her first reaction was an even more intense struggle. Knowing that she had always had low blood pressure and was confused when she got up, Jiaming held her hands down and said, "Hey,
Are you having a nightmare? That...Teacher Yahan."
"No...no...that...you always want...me...that...I beg you to spare me...but, but you ignore me...I, I...shame...that...
That... uh..."
Most of the intermittent sounds cannot be heard clearly due to the confusion of the owner's thoughts. He can only roughly identify a few words, but he is not sure. But even if it is a guess, these words are obviously better than the sentence "home" just now.
"Brother Ming, don't want it" is even more ambiguous. Letting go of Yahan's hand, Jia Ming looked at Huang Haoyun behind him with some embarrassment. At this time, Yahan was a little more awake.
"Uh... that... that... what's wrong..."
"No... no, are you having nightmares? I remember that you always have low blood pressure, and you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality when you get up..." Sitting on the edge of the bed with a nonchalant smile, Jiaming also pointed at Yahan.
After struggling a moment ago, the hem of the skirt had already gone up, and the black underwear with lace could be vaguely seen. It seems that not only him, Huang Haoyun was also inadvertently feasting his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
Quickly pulling down her skirt, Yahan picked up the large wide-rimmed glasses on the desk and put them on. She lowered her head and bent her legs to sit on Jiaming's bed. There was silence in the room for a while, and the atmosphere looked a bit like Yahan's.
The scene of being caught in bed by Huang Haoyun after committing adultery with Jiaming was also in this atmosphere. Yahan's face began to turn red as she recalled everything before, and in the end it was as if she had been smeared with ketchup.
"Uh, um..." After a moment, Yahan was the first to break the deadlock, "I... I had a nightmare, I... I need to go to the toilet." Taking a deep breath, she held on
With her cheeks still flushed, she got out of bed, put on her black high heels, then smiled and walked out the door.
"Hey, it's time to eat."
"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away..."
"There is a toilet in my room..."
Jiaming wanted to follow him out, but Yahan didn't seem to be waiting for him, and ran away without a trace after a few bangs. On this side, Huang Haoyun had already stared at Jiaming with a fierce look, and then rushed over and gave him a
Grab him by the collar.
"Honestly! You and Yahan..."
Before he finished speaking, Jia Ming, who was pressed directly against the window, stretched out his hand behind his back. The window suddenly opened. Jia Ming had fallen on the grass outside, rolled a few times and got up.
"Please, be sensible, boss, it's definitely not what you think."
"Otherwise, what would it be like, and in the hotel in Xinning City... I haven't asked you any questions..."
"She just had a nightmare...and I am more than seven years younger than her. We are just friends, you know, we have been friends for many years, we have been friends for many years..."
"I'll give you a head! I'll kill you..."
Wanting to chase him out of the window sill, Jia Ming had already turned around and ran away out of sight. In this family, he could always hide if he was untouchable, and no one could catch him.
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More than ten minutes later, Yahan came out of the toilet and appeared in the hall. After greeting some people she knew, she went straight to the corner and sat down next to Jia Ming. This table belonged to the Huang family
There were some young people here, such as Jiaming, Huang Haobing, Xu Yiting and Yahan who had paid homage to their father, and they were suddenly a little uncoordinated. However, looking at her current state, she didn't seem to notice it at all.
This time Yahan was considered a guest, and the portion in the Zhang family was not considered low. Half a minute later, an aunt from Jiaming came over and wanted to arrange for her to go to the table next to the main dinner table. She saw someone wanted to give her
Asked for a seat, Yahan quickly stood up and refused with a smile.
"Auntie, don't bother. We are so familiar with each other. Isn't coming here just like home? What's more, everyone at that table is talking about business matters. I, a girl, can't say anything. It just so happens that Yi Ting is also at this table...
...And I am a teacher, and I teach these people..."
However, she said she was going to sit with Yiting. There was still a seat next to Xu Yiting, but she did not go there. Instead, she chose to sit next to Jia Ming. Seeing that she had no intention of sitting there, the other party no longer forced her.
Not far away, Huang Haoyun, whose suspicion was slightly lessened, looked over again with eyes full of resentment.
Speaking of which, Yahan has not been to Huang's house since the kidnapping incident at the picnic, so it's okay to give up. However, when a contrast like Jiaming appears in front of him, it really makes him very depressed. He doesn't understand.
After all, I lack something compared to guys like Jiaming.
While he was depressed, Yahan's mood seemed to be in some kind of conflict. From the moment she sat down, she didn't talk to Jiaming. When the dishes were served, she just ate with her head down.
When someone he knew came over, he smiled and said hello. There was a lot of people inside and outside the hall, but Jia Ming always felt that there was a cold air around him. When he was almost halfway through the meal, Huang Bingxing also came over with a wine glass.
, and chatted with Yahan.
As Huang Haoyun's father, Huang Pingxing has always hoped that Yahan can be his daughter-in-law. Although Yahan and Huang Haoyun don't like each other, Huang Pingxing has always maintained a good relationship with Zhang Jingan, Yahan and the Zhang family.
After chatting for a while and drinking two glasses of wine with each other, Huang Bingxing smiled and asked: "I heard that Yahan has a good relationship with our Jiaming, right?"
"Haha, of course." Hearing him talk about Jia Ming, Yahan was slightly startled, but then she smiled brightly, "We are like siblings. I am also his senior sister in the martial arts school. Also,
Jiaming saved my life before, eh..." He reached out and patted Jiaming's head like a puppy, then hugged Jiaming's shoulders and kissed him hard on the cheek, although
Jiaming was already sixteen years old at this time, but there was an age difference between the two. In the eyes of others, such an aboveboard teasing was actually sincere. Huang Bingxing laughed, while several adults on the side looked disgusted when they saw Jiaming.
Wiping their cheeks, they all made fun of each other.
After asking this question, Huang Bingxing left with a smile and said a few words to Huang Haoyun in the distance. Although he was too far away to hear, Jia Ming could still identify the meaning through lip reading. Huang Bingxing was probably saying: "
There is no future... With such a big age difference, how could she and Jiaming..."
"Hey, don't wipe it. There's nothing on your face..."
While identifying what the father and son were saying, Yahan smiled and took the hand he was wiping his face with. Jiaming rolled his eyes: "How could it not be..."
"Humph, how did you know there was one? You didn't look in the mirror!" Yahan raised her head and said unwillingly.
"Here." Jia Ming pointed angrily at the white porcelain bowl next to her. There were a few tiny traces of lipstick on the edge of the bowl, "You are crazy, the lipstick is so thick..."
"Hmph...so what if you are a nymphomaniac..."
If the atmosphere was normal when two people were alone, Yahan would probably regard this kind of thing as a game and pounce on her to leave a lipstick mark. However, under the current situation, she naturally did not dare to do anything else. And when she heard Jia Ming say her
The lipstick was too thick, and Yahan's face couldn't help but turn red again. She put on the makeup in the toilet, and she felt a little confused at the time...
Recalling those things and looking at the red mark on Jiaming's face, Yahan picked up the porcelain bowl and bit her lips hard on the edge of the bowl. Then, a red lip mark was left there, both inside and outside.
, bright and attractive...
Now that things have come to a point, even though he is as slow as Jiaming in terms of his own emotions, he still vaguely senses something is wrong. He has already made a judgment intellectually, but he still cannot understand it emotionally, and he is also a little confused for a while. Yahan beside him is quiet.
He lowered his head to eat, occasionally raised his head with a smile, and stopped talking to him until the meal was over.
After eating and resting for a while, Yahan stood up and said goodbye. She chatted a few words with Jiaming about the next day's performance, but her tone was as formulaic as possible, without too much intimacy.
At the intersection, the red light came on and the car stopped quietly in front of the white line.
After staring at the light for a few seconds, Yahan took a deep breath, gently hugged the steering wheel, and rested her forehead on it.
Recalling the scene when she took off her underwear in the toilet, the sticky and embarrassing water stains, she could even feel the coldness between her legs at this time, and her whole body was so soft that she couldn't lift her strength.
I actually had an erotic dream on Jiaming’s bed... You’re dead, you... Zhang Yahan...
Jiaming...does he know? Although everything is normal at the dinner table, pretending to be pure is his strength. As sharp as he is, it is possible that he knows, but does not say it because he does not want to embarrass himself. Then he will feel in his heart
What thoughts does he have? How will he see himself in the future...
And that dream...
I have always felt that I should be a very normal person, but what does that dream mean? I really like Jiaming, I love it or like it, but it is impossible for me to say it. If Jiaming can really
Just like in that dream... forcing himself to do such and such shameful things just for his own pleasure, even if he cried and begged for mercy, he would not be moved... That way, he would not have to face embarrassment and choices.
Come on...
From a psychological point of view, dreams are a reflection of people’s desires. Are you looking forward to that kind of thing?
Unable to think clearly, and unable to admit this easily, a moment later, the green light came on, and she stepped on the accelerator, trying to focus on tomorrow's school anniversary activities.