Zhao Zhan's eyes were filled with affection, and when he looked at Yue Jiaojiao, his gaze was so hungry that it was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Teacher?"
When he spoke, he raised his tone, and his quivering hook had a hint of lust.
Yue Jiaojiao glanced at the back door guiltily.
"Madam Qin is already experienced in our patterns. If we don't call for her, she won't come over." Zhao Zhan hooked his arm around Yue Jiaojiao's face and made her turn around. He pressed his forehead against hers. "You haven't said whether you're willing to teach me. Is it because I'm a slow student and that you don't want to teach me?"
Yue Jiaojiao's toes, which were hidden in her embroidered shoes, curled in. If she didn't rely on her rationality to hold on to the armrest of the chair tightly, she was afraid that her entire body would have gone soft and fallen down.