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"I can manage, just watch over Xiaojing... Oops, huh?!"
Yukino Yukari shook her head to herself, her mature demeanor making her unwilling to seek help from others.
It was just one step...
Despite completely forgetting about the steps while drunk, she still accidentally twisted her ankle.
She automatically fell into Qingye's arms.
"So, Ms. Yukino, this is what you meant by 'it can do'?"
With Hiratsuka Shizuka on her back and Yukino Yukari hugging her from the front, Aoba was like an iron rod, only able to stand still.
He looked at Bai Xiangli, who was in his arms and dared not look up, with amusement.
A faint smile lingered on her lips.
Perhaps it was by chance, or perhaps it was the watchful eye of some deity, but he always seemed to encounter situations where he could gain an advantage.
However, if it were someone else, it's hard to say who would benefit from whom.
Yukino Yukari supported Aoba, her hand seemingly feeling the strong muscles beneath the chef's uniform, and she couldn't help but squeeze them.
When she realized what was happening, her whole face turned red.
It wasn't drunkenness, but it was even more intoxicating than drunkenness.
The teacher, who always prided himself on being mature, raised his head slightly, noticed the slight smile on the boy's lips, and, as if he had given up entirely, nodded helplessly.
"...Then I'll have to trouble you, Aoba."
Bai Xiangli leaned on Qingye's arm, blinked, and felt like she was a lecherous woman taking advantage of others.
"It's no trouble at all."
Faced with Yukino-sensei's dishonesty, Aoba suppressed his laughter and said very seriously:
"Being able to be relied upon by Yukino-sensei is probably a dream for many students."
"What are you saying?!"
"It's nothing, I just hope... Sometimes, it's okay for Baixiang to rely on others a little. Even though she's an adult, it's still hard to keep things bottled up inside all the time."
"...Am I even a qualified adult?"
Yukino Yukari glanced to the side and looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was fast asleep on Aoba's back.
Her delicate face still held a hint of resentment, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if she were having some infuriating dreams, and the culprit was probably Aoba.
That's just how it seems...
They're a perfect match.
They were of similar age, both handsome and beautiful, and their relationship resembled that of childhood sweethearts, filled with mutual affection.
No wonder Xiaojing likes Qingye so much.
Because I like it, I want to possess it.
She wasn't jealous at all.
That moon never belonged to her; it was just that for a fleeting moment, its light shone upon her.
Passion fruit always tastes somewhat cool and refreshing after drinking alcohol.
Aoba noticed the mature woman beside him gradually distancing herself from him and sighed softly to himself.
He gently lifted Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was gradually sliding down behind him, slipped one hand under her buttocks, and used the other hand to take Yukari's hand.
Then, without looking to the side, he walked out of Aonosuke Street.
Even when passing by a brothel on the street corner, and facing the rather teasing gazes of the older women and younger men, he still didn't let go.
Bai Xiangli, who was being led by the hand, just stared blankly at the backs of the boy and girl, letting the boy lead her.
The moonlight in my heart has somehow transformed into the warm glow of dawn.
Perhaps he didn't belong to her, but that sense of security still enveloped her.
The neon lights on the street are flashing.
Feeling that Hiratsuka Shizuka had completely fallen asleep behind him, Aoba could only send the two of them to Yukino-sensei's house first.
"Teacher Yukino? You're still living in the same place, right?"
"Ah? Yes, that's right, I'll still stay there."
Yukino Yukari, like a little animal that has been awakened, was adorably startled and then patted her chest lightly.
"Then we'll take a taxi back. Please take care of Xiaojing for the night."
Aoba glanced around the street, thinking briefly about their destination, when a taxi pulled up right in front of them on the busy road.
"Hello, I'm going to Toyosaki Academy."
After getting in the car, tell the driver your destination.
Just over ten minutes later, the taxi, without even braking, stopped directly in front of Aoba's alma mater.
Yukino Yukari's residence is in an apartment building near the academy.
Aoba got out of the car and carried Hiratsuka Shizuka on his back, while holding Yukari's hand in one hand, heading straight for room 305 on the third floor of the apartment building.
This is a place he has visited many times.
Looking at the milk box by the door, he reached out without hesitation and opened a hidden compartment behind it—that was the room key.
"Aoba, you..."
This scene left Yukino Yukari, who was taking out her keys in the back, completely dumbfounded.
It's been so long?
He actually remembers?
"Ah? Sorry..." Aoba looked at the keys in her hand, a little embarrassed. "It's a habit."
"That's not a good habit, teacher. I live alone."
Yukino Yukari mumbled something like a coquettish remark as she stepped forward, opened the door, and took a brand-new pair of men's slippers from the shoe rack.
"Here, see if they fit."
Bai Xiangli squatted down, and her elegant dress instantly accentuated her voluptuous curves.
This scene left Aoba stunned.
Teacher Yukino...
Isn't that a bit too attentive? (For super-exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
After all, it seems that in this country, the wife only helps the husband put on and take off his shoes when the husband comes home.
"No need, Yukino-sensei, I can do it myself."
He had no choice but to refuse.
But in the end, he couldn't resist Bai Xiangli's insistence.
The charm of a mature woman flows in that instant.
That allure was like the shy blush on the cheek of the older girl next door when the wind lifted her skirt during my childhood.
Even after many years, I can still feel those heart-fluttering moments.
"I told you to let me do it, lift your foot..."
Yukino Yukari directly helped Aoba take off her shoes and then helped her put on slippers.
She looked exactly like a wife waiting for her husband at home.
Aoba couldn't really resist Yukino-sensei at this moment. Looking down slightly, she could see the semi-circular outline of the dress pressing against her chest.
He couldn't look around randomly, so he looked left and right.
They discovered a medal hanging on the shoe rack in the entryway.
The medal looked familiar; it was the one he won when he was in high school, after being forced by Mr. Yukino to participate in the 3,000-meter race. It was also the first time he had been invited here.
Aoba's gaze lingered on the medal.
At this moment, Yukino Yukari had also changed into slippers and was looking up, preparing to have Aoba carry Hiratsuka Shizuka into the room.
But their eyes met as Aoba examined the medal.
"that..."
This teacher, who prided herself on being mature and intellectual, ultimately succumbed to the teasing gaze of the young man.
"So, Ms. Yukino had ulterior motives towards me a long time ago?"
Aoba placed Hiratsuka Shizuka in the guest room and returned to the living room, jokingly looking at Yukino Yukari, who was burying her head in the sand like an ostrich.
"How dare you talk about a teacher like that?!"
Yukino Yukari mustered her spirits, trying to use her past teacher's authority to refute Aoba.
But... sometimes what's lost isn't so easy to get back.
In the quiet room, only the two of them breathing softly.
The lights flickered.
Aoba just stared at Yukino Yukari, and five years had not left any trace on her face.
The only difference is that she is much more mature than she was five years ago, and her way of looking at things has changed dramatically.
Perhaps this is the power of time.
He chuckled and took Bai Xiangli's ankle in his hand, the coolness of his palm gently covering her tender white ankle.
"Hiss~~ Ah~"
A heart-pounding sound came from Bai Xiangli's red lips.
Is it very cold?
"A little..."