After a Flash Marriage with a Professor - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Bee Nectar

Ming Shu, who had missed the elective flower arrangement class before, didn’t expect to have the opportunity to take one someday. However, this flower arrangement class was different from what she had imagined—it was a more private one-on-one session.

“Did you learn it, wife?” Shen Junlan’s fingertip rotated and then gently pressed down. “There’s another point of knowledge: you must be gentle with fresh flowers. Every movement must be light, or they will be damaged.”

Ming Shu bit her lip and took a deep breath through her nose. Only when Professor Shen’s lesson became gentler did she relax a little.

“Wife, why aren’t you making a sound?” Shen Junlan asked with a smile.

Ming Shu didn’t want to make a sound. She was a flower right now, and how strange would it be if a flower spoke?

Shen Junlan was knowledgeable and had ways to make the flower speak.

In less than ten minutes, her flower spoke.

“Too long will also cause damage.”

“Too long?” Shen Junlan questioned.

Her student’s energy was not as good as hers, and the acceptable lesson duration was limited.

There was no help for it. Professor Shen said, “Then let’s take a shower first, take a break in the middle, and we’ll see about the remaining time.”

Almost the instant Professor Shen released her, Ming Shu slipped away, feeling a sour, swollen sensation. The fresh flower had been gently pressed and folded by Professor Shen, and its sap had been extracted.

If she didn’t have to get up early for work, Ming Shu would have been willing to continue the flower arrangement lesson with Professor Shen for as long as it took, Ming Shu thought as she rinsed herself with warm water.

Ming Shu quickly finished her shower, and it was Professor Shen’s turn to go in.

“Wife, you sleep first. Don’t wait for me,” Shen Junlan said with a gentle smile.

“Okay.” Ming Shu readily agreed. Just now, in the bathroom, she was agonizing over how to tell Professor Shen to go to bed early and continue the lesson when she got off work—Professor Shen could continue for as long as she wanted—and she didn’t expect Professor Shen to suggest it herself.

Professor Shen was truly understanding! Ming Shu silently gave Professor Shen a point in her heart, and she lay down on the bed alone, closing her eyes to sleep.

But falling asleep was not a simple matter. Ming Shu found that her ears were full of the sound of water from the bathroom. When she closed her eyes, Professor Shen’s face was also reflected in her mind. A tiny insect seemed to be attached to her sensitive nerves, crawling slowly along her neural network. Her whole body was overcome with a strange itch, more terrifying than an allergy.

She had been ignited by the professor.

Thinking this, Ming Shu found it even harder to sleep. She was both shy and anxious. She opened her eyes, looking at the bathroom door.

The moment the sound of water stopped, Ming Shu looked away, and then closed her eyes a few seconds before Professor Shen came out.

Shen Junlan walked out of the bathroom and looked at her little rabbit wife first.

Her little rabbit wife was lying quietly on their bed, her sleeping posture very obedient, serene, and beautiful.

Sigh…

Shen Junlan let out a long sigh inwardly. She regretted it, regretted telling her little rabbit wife to sleep first. She still wanted to stay up late reading with her little rabbit wife and teach her a bit more about flower arrangement.

What should she do? How was she going to extinguish the restless fire that even all that water couldn’t put out?

Shen Junlan turned off the ceiling light, leaving only a dim small lamp by the bedside.

She gently lay down beside Ming Shu.

She wanted to touch, to kiss, to do so many things.

Ming Shu didn’t dare to move, but because her sleeping posture was usually obedient, Professor Shen didn’t realize she was pretending to sleep.

With her eyes closed, Ming Shu’s other senses were amplified. She heard Professor Shen’s breathing and the sound of her swallowing.

She didn’t know what to do, so she had to maintain her current state and continue pretending to sleep.

Shen Junlan endured it, but every minute and every second was agony for her.

After struggling for a long time, Shen Junlan finally gave herself a small opening.

Why not try it, just like she did to the sleeping Ming Shu back when they were in the United States? However, last time, she clearly sensed that Ming Shu wanted it. This time, it was her who wanted it.

The choice was made in an instant. Shen Junlan shifted her body, controlling her movements to be extremely light and slow. Professor Shen, who had been impeccably dressed, gentle, and proper while teaching the flower arrangement class, transformed into a hungry bee. The bee was now frantically eager to collect nectar.

The bee gently flapped its wings, flying into the quiet flower garden. It couldn’t disturb the already sleeping flower; it had to collect nectar silently.

The bee didn’t know that the fresh flower it desired was actually quietly waiting for it, craving it.

Carefully lifting the protective cover over the fresh flower, the bee was finally able to get close. Even in the dim light, the bee with good eyesight could clearly see that the fresh flower it had chosen was exceptionally good—beautiful and fragrant. It could see that the fresh flower was growing in fertile soil with sufficient water and other nutrients.

How could a fresh flower grown in such a good environment not be beautiful and sweet?

Seeing such a beautiful flower, the bee madly wanted to collect nectar. Thinking this, the bee did just that. Its proboscis gently attached to the petal, lightly drawing in the nectar. The sweet nectar naturally clinging to the fresh flower was soon completely sucked up by the bee’s proboscis. The bee was still unsatisfied. To obtain more nectar, it had to find other ways.

While the bee sought a solution, its proboscis did not leave the petal. The breath, now flavored with the sweet nectar, was scattered back to the fresh flower. The delicate, sweet flower seemed to be kissed by a night breeze and began to sway.

The bee and the fresh flower were both intoxicated in this sweet night breeze. The fresh flower secreted more nectar, which was once again completely sucked up by the waiting bee.

It was not enough, still not enough.

The fresh flower she had chosen was already the most nectar-producing flower, but it was not enough. She was a bee with a large appetite, just as she was a wolf with a large appetite when she was the big bad wolf.

To obtain more nectar, the bee had to be more diligent.

The bee thought of some methods. Just as humans have ways to ripen fruit, the bee also had ways to encourage the fresh flower to produce more nectar.

If you were to ask the bee why she didn’t look for more fresh flowers, the bee would say she was only devoted to this one. She believed that with careful nurturing, her beloved flower would surely offer more and sweeter rewards.

Look, the bee only needed to use her newly discovered method: she attached her proboscis to the flower’s petal, inviting the petal to dance an intimate waltz. Before long, the fresh flower responded. Fragrant and sweet nectar was produced for her continuously. The clever bee smiled happily, burying her head to use her proboscis to suck in these sweet responses from the fresh flower.

A long while later, the bee was finally satisfied and no longer hungry. Before leaving, the bee again attached its proboscis to the flower’s stem, lingering for a moment, leaving a mark. This was her favorite flower.

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