Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 12

Wu Qiu had been absent for three days. For three consecutive days, the previous teacher came to substitute for her. When asked when Teacher Wu would return, the substitute just shook her head and said she wasn’t sure. Qin Lang couldn’t reach her either.

She didn’t answer calls, and on WeChat, Qin Lang had sent a string of messages over the past two days, but none showed as “read.” She had no idea whether the other person had even seen them.

So annoying.

It annoyed Qin Lang so much that during math class she ended up pulling out two of her own curly hairs while doing the test paper.

Even more annoying.

Wu Qiu came back on Saturday.

She replied to Qin Lang on Friday afternoon, telling her to come for class as usual on Saturday.

Qin Lang felt a little flutter of joy inside, but she still replied with a single reserved word: “Okay.”

The next day Qin Lang got up very early. She rummaged through her closet looking for clothes, and finally gave up and grabbed a short long-sleeved top, threw on a jacket, and wore a long skirt underneath — dressed very much like a proper student.

The driver dropped her off at the entrance of Wu Qiu’s residential complex. The security guard, who had gotten used to her coming for tutoring recently, asked, “Here to see Teacher again?” and let her in.

Wu Qiu lived on the sixth floor. You had to climb five flights of stairs before reaching the elevator.

Thud. Thud. When Qin Lang stepped onto the fifth stair, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

When she knocked and the door opened, Wu Qiu was still dressed casually. Today her hair was loose, and she wore a fluffy set of loungewear. If you looked closely, you could see the fatigue on her face and the very dark circles under her eyes. Wu Qiu was pale, so these were especially obvious.

Qin Lang opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally just asked: “Teacher, where have you been these past few days?”

“Something came up at home, so I went back for a bit.” Wu Qiu clearly didn’t want to explain more. She turned and led Qin Lang toward the bedroom. “Come on. Since I wasn’t here these past few days, let’s see if you slacked off.”

Of course she hadn’t.

The secret feelings that had sprouted in the girl’s heart quietly pushed up new buds. Seeing Wu Qiu made them grow even more excitedly, racing to stretch upward. It made her retract some of her sharp teeth and fangs, making her look harmless and innocent.

If Wu Qiu hadn’t known what Qin Lang was really like from their first meeting, she might have actually believed it. She glanced at the small section of fair calf exposed under Qin Lang’s plain long skirt, then quietly looked away.

But right now Wu Qiu barely had time to deal with this kind of relationship, and she didn’t think it was necessary to handle it yet. It was still too early.

The matters at home had bothered her so much that she hadn’t slept well for three days. Something medium-sized had happened, and the younger generation in her faction was in some danger.

Yet she still insisted on coming back to tutor Qin Lang.

She believed this was her responsibility as a teacher — she should be responsible for her student.

That was all.

Wu Qiu spaced out for a moment, took a sip of the coffee in her cup, and noticed that Qin Lang had finished the test paper. The girl was smiling at her with a ring of milk mustache around her mouth and some milk stains on her cupid’s bow.

Those lips were perfect for kissing.

That was what Wu Qiu thought as she leaned in, took that small cupid’s bow between her lips, and gently sucked and rubbed it.

Qin Lang’s lips were really incredibly soft.

Actually, they hadn’t kissed many times, because Qin Lang would always turn her head to avoid Wu Qiu’s kisses, as if doing so would let her hold on to something.

But this time Qin Lang even closed her eyes. Her hand rested on Wu Qiu’s fluffy jacket, gripping a small handful as if looking for something to hold onto.

It wasn’t a shallow, tasting kiss.

Wu Qiu used her tongue to part Qin Lang’s lips. The girl’s mouth tasted sweetly of milk, while the woman’s carried the slightly bitter taste of coffee. Qin Lang frowned slightly, but Wu Qiu gently smoothed it away with her hand.

The girl’s teeth were small, with sharp canines. So Wu Qiu rubbed her tongue against that pointed canine, accidentally brushing against the girl’s nervous, restless tongue. She took the initiative to hook it, invading and conquering.

That tongue was too slippery. Led by Wu Qiu, it tangled with hers, no longer at a loss. It tentatively explored, stretching forward a little, then shrinking back. Wu Qiu wouldn’t let her retreat, so it came closer.

Their bodies were pressed extremely close. At some point Qin Lang had ended up sitting on Wu Qiu’s lap, held by the waist as they kissed slowly.

Feeling Qin Lang’s breathing become more and more rapid, Wu Qiu pulled back slightly, only to be chased by the girl who refused to let go, as if she wanted them to suffocate together until death.

Wu Qiu pinched Qin Lang’s nose and pulled away with a small laugh. Watching the girl gasp for air in quick little breaths, she chuckled softly: “What’s the rush?” Her tone sounded casual, but it hid her real thoughts and desires.

What’s the rush.

No rush.

Then she leaned forward again and kissed the girl’s forehead.

The curly hair hung down, making her lips feel a faint itch.

That itch traveled all the way into Wu Qiu’s heart.

But she still hadn’t noticed it yet.