That Girl Who Skipped Class — You're In Big Trouble! - Chapter 33

Chapter 33

An Qingyang caught a faint scent of wine wafting near her ear and turned her head away, no longer looking at her: “Teacher Xiao, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not, I’m perfectly sober,” a few cold fingers lifted An Qingyang’s chin. “Will you look at me?”

It was cold outside; the words she just spoke turned into steam and quickly dispersed. An Qingyang’s eyes met hers. She was truly beautiful, so beautiful it was infuriating.

“I really don’t understand. You rejected me, said you didn’t want to see me again, and now you’ve changed completely. Yes, I was foolish; I was sincere with you, I respected you, but you can’t think you can do whatever you want just because of that,” An Qingyang pulled free of her hand. “Xiao Xuan, I don’t want to be your student, and I don’t want to be your toy.”

Xiao Xuan placed the red wine glass on the windowsill: “An’an, be my girlfriend.”

No! I can’t agree. How can I forgive her so easily? But the word “no” caught in her throat, hovering at her lips, unable to be spoken. A tremendous sense of happiness, mixed with sorrow, surged from her chest. Xiao Xuan had won again. This simple sentence instantly shattered her ten thousand previous resolutions!

Xiao Xuan looked at the girl in front of her, whose eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down her face. She cupped her face and kissed her. As her lips touched hers, the girl’s teeth immediately clamped down, biting hard onto her lip and refusing to let go until their mouths were full of a metallic, bloody taste. After a long while, An Qingyang finally let go, reaching up to embrace Xiao Xuan’s neck, gently licking the wound she had bitten on her lip. Xiao Xuan didn’t retreat an inch. Her tongue immediately followed, gently teasing the sensitivity between An Qingyang’s lips and teeth. The tip of her tongue was intensely hot, stirring a wave of warmth with every movement. An Qingyang began to tremble, and her heartfelt pain dissolved into a weak, dry heat. Xiao Xuan’s hand was already inside her clothes. The cool hand massaged her breast through her bra, then unclasped her bra and gently pinched her nipple.

“Ah… Teacher Xiao…” An Qingyang turned her head away and let out a soft cry. Xiao Xuan’s lips had already slipped to her neck, gnawing on her ear, and sucking on her earlobe. An Qingyang finally found a moment of clarity. She wrapped her arms around Xiao Xuan, hugging her tightly, pressing her scalding face against hers, and preventing her from moving forward: “You’re drunk. Us doing this here… it’s not appropriate…”

Xiao Xuan stopped, burying her face in An Qingyang’s shoulder. An Qingyang felt a patch of warmth and dampness on her shoulder. An Qingyang cupped Xiao Xuan’s face, seeing a few lingering tears on her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were like a deep lake, and the love looking back at her was undeniable: “An’an, don’t leave me.”

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Inside the guest room, Xiao Xuan’s dark hair brushed against An Qingyang’s face, trailing downwards. Her tongue touched An Qingyang’s moisture, and after a careful grinding motion, her hand slid inside. Waves of heat surged, one after another. An Qingyang gripped Xiao Xuan’s back tightly, her body convulsing, just short of crying out…

…

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaoxiao and Song Yingming tiptoed into the entryway. Xiao Xuan was sitting on the living room sofa with her arms crossed, looking very serious. “Teacher Xiao, where’s An’an?” Zhang Xiaoxiao scratched her head sheepishly. Song Yingming patted her shoulder and tilted her head towards the guest room, giving a subtle hint.

A trace of annoyance and awkwardness appeared on Xiao Xuan’s usually serious face. The massive contrast stunned Zhang Xiaoxiao: “Don’t call me Teacher Xiao. It seems I’m still far from being a role model…”

Last night, Xiao Xuan lay beside An Qingyang, her bangs matted down, completely soaked with sweat. She took An Qingyang’s hand, lacing their fingers together: “You will be my present and future.”

An Qingyang smiled, clamping her ankle with her foot: “Doesn’t the internet say that things said in bed shouldn’t be believed? But I believe what you said today, because the way you are right now is nothing like the cold Teacher Xiao you used to be.”