Chapter 36 The Taste of Lust

"Lolo, Luoluo..." The tablemate Youqian waved her hand in front of Luoluo and pulled her back from the mind wandering. She whispered, "The teacher is calling you."

"Ah? Teacher?" Luo Luo finally came to her senses, everyone was staring at her, and the language teacher on the podium also looked at him with a smile.

"The teacher just asked you, which poet has the title of poet."

"Du Fu." Luo Luo replied quickly, the teacher nodded and said, "Do you feel any discomfort, classmate Luo Luo?"

"It's a little bit, it doesn't matter." Luo Luo's face turned red all of a sudden, water flowed in his eyes, the man standing on the podium dimmed, then pulled his lips, "Sit down."

Luo Luo sat down in despair, and when his lower body came into contact with the chair, he felt a slight tremor. The bottom is a little swollen, not only because of the menstrual period, but also because my brother is working too hard. Yesterday, the feeling of being toyed with with her eyes closed suddenly popped into her head. She lowered her head and clenched her hand tightly. How could this happen? Shouldn't it be disgusting? When she thought about it, she had a strange feeling—a numbness after a while.

This feeling made her very uneasy, and naturally she didn't feel the teacher's casual glance on the podium.

Luo Luo's language is very good, so it is very popular among Chinese teachers. But after being popular, Ling Zixuan didn't pay special attention to this girl. But she was very different today. Ling Zixuan sat in his office with arms folded, depicting what Lolo looked like today.

Her hairstyle is very cute, the head curtain makes her pink face only the size of a palm, and the complicated high-neck white shirt and retro short skirt, the whole person immediately has a kind of Lolita temperament. Who is Lolita? The appearance is childish and the heart is unrestrained and interesting.

He has always liked to play with mature women. Well, of course, there are mature female students too, and he won't let them go just because the students are young—the body is mature and ready, it's a natural law, isn't it.

Moreover, Ling Zixuan thought to herself, she had a smell on her body. This kind of smell was all too familiar in the nose of an old lover like him. It was the smell of estrus. Oh, it's funny, that little girl is in estrus every class, if she bears it hard, he doesn't mind guiding her.

He called up Lolo's class schedule. Now it's the third class, and he has plans for the fourth class. That afternoon, it was a pity that her brother came to pick her up after class.

Ling Zixuan thought about it and felt that his body felt, otherwise, his eyes flashed, and he would find a way to vent his anger.

He made a phone call, and the voice from over there was weak, with a hint of surprise, "Mr. Ling."

"Five minutes, come here, don't wear underwear, understand?" He has always been direct.

"Teacher is good or bad..." There was a hint of coy in the voice over there, and there was also a trembling caused by being provoked by lust.

"Repeat." His lips are slightly curled up. Who is not the case with the women he has fucked? There is no way. He is talented and good at research. He should be awarded a certificate, called the Gospel of Female Sexuality or something.

"No, don't wear underwear." The girl whispered and hung up the phone immediately. She really couldn't wait, but she just hadn't played for three days.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zixuan got up and closed the window. The little woman was screaming too loudly. Last time he had to insert three fingers to open her mouth. If other students heard this, it would affect the campus order too much. .

Last time, the dean was too careless. Although he was suppressed, it still had some bad influence.