There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

 Chapter 16: Jealous

The man was in his thirties, tall and thin in a well-fitting suit, and his tie was meticulously tied. He looked like an elite with a successful career. Obviously he knew Lu Zhiqiao very well. The two stood by the car chatting, talking and laughing, and had no intention of going up.

 From this angle, only Lu Zhiqiao's silhouette can be seen. She seems to be very happy, with the corners of her mouth in a curl, she is completely different from her usual cold and serious appearance.

Qi Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and her eyes were full of unclear emotions. She slowed down and then stopped.

After a while, the man waved to Lu Zhiqiao, turned around and returned to the car, Lu Zhiqiao also waved with a smile. The scissor doors closed slowly, and the black sports car gradually drove away with the wild roar of the engine, and disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiao turn her head and enter the gate of the complex, Qi Yan came back to her senses and hurriedly followed.

The elevator is on the first floor. Lu Zhiqiao pressed the button, and the doors on both sides opened. As soon as she stepped in, she was stopped by someone and hugged from behind. She was startled. Pinned firmly against the wall.

The door closed slowly, with a slight sense of weightlessness.

Lu Zhiqiao almost yelled, but smelled the familiar scent of shampoo. She was taken aback, and her scream was stuck in her throat. After seeing the woman's face clearly, she let out a breath slowly: "Qi Yan, you..."

" Who is that man?"

"...which one?"

"The one who sent you back just now." Qi Yan's voice was low, the tip of her nose almost touching her face.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart was beating fast, and she was really frightened just now. Now that she had recovered her breath, her mind was muddled, and she answered without thinking, "My friend."

"McLaren 720s, very cool. "

"..."

The small and closed space was a little stuffy, Qi Yan bent down to put down the laundry detergent, grabbed her chin with one hand, lowered her head and pecked at her lips, felt that it was not enough, so she rubbed it again, and wiped away most of the lipstick, making it blurry her mouth was full, messy and uneven, as if she had drunk blood.

"So you went out to play?"

"No..." Lu Zhiqiao trembled her thick eyelashes, and was drowsy from her warm breath. Seeing her mouth full of red, she found it funny, "He had something do around here so he offered to take me back."

"Why didn't you drive your own car?" Qi Yan followed closely.

If other people were to interrogate her, Lu Zhiqiao would have been cold-faced and ignored her. She clearly did nothing wrong, but she felt guilty for some reason when facing Qi Yan. She admitted: "I'm a little tired recently and don't want to drive."

Such a poor excuse.

Qi Yan looked at her quietly, without saying a word or making any movements for a long time, her shining eyes were dark and deep.

——Ding

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and the door opened.

Suddenly, Qi Yan covered Lu Zhiqiao's eyes with one hand, and gently brushed her thick eyelashes with her fingertips, then lowered her head, and kissed her with her lips covered in lipstick.

This time the kiss was fierce, her breath was full of strength and plundered without the slightest hint of tenderness, but at the same time extremely careful to protect the back of her head. Lu Zhiqiao accepted it passively, almost powerless to resist. She only felt the woman's unwarranted anger in a dim way, and before she had time to think, she was submerged in the vortex again.

After a long time when no one went out, the elevator door closed again and stopped on the ninth floor.

After venting enough, Qi Yan raised her head, and at the same time took away her hand covering the person's eyes. The uneven lipstick was pressed densely, but it looked a little nice.

She pressed the door button and turned to go out.

 ....

Lu Zhiqiao was restless throughout the afternoon, whether she opened her eyes to find something to do or closed her eyes and lay down, her mind was filled with Qi Yan's deep and dark eyes, her chest seemed to be pressed against a stone, and she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.

It was only after she cleared her mind that she realized that if she really didn't understand the woman's actions and words, as well as everything that is happening the past month, she would have lived to this age in vain. But she only understands vaguely, and she doesn't want to think about more and deeper things, because there is no possibility, and even if there is, she must kill it.

After dinner, Lu Zhiqiao practiced the piano with Lu Wei for a while, and then went to take a bath.

 She took a set of thinner long-sleeved pajamas from the closet, opened the drawer, suddenly saw a small box in the corner. She felt an itch on her heart when she tapped her fingertips... she just had her period.

Not long after she left, her thoughts on that aspect were particularly strong, and the unavoidable, attracts her like a fire. No matter how restrained she is, she can't resist her physiological instincts. When it's time to vent, she needs to vent.

Lu Zhiqiao pinched the small box, took a deep breath, opened it, and took out the toy inside.

T/N: rubber duck? 

The bathroom was filled with white mist, and the hot water flowed down her curvy back, all the way to the soles of the feet. She supported the wall with one hand, and opened the small toy with the other hand. The subtle buzzing sound intertwined with the sound of falling water hints a secret.

This bath took an exceptionally long time.

About half an hour later, Lu Zhiqiao came out in her pajamas, her hair was dripping with water, and her face was blushing intensely. She stood in front of the mirror for a while, put the changed clothes into the washing machine, and then dried her hair, feeling a little dazed and drunk.

Halfway through the blowing, the doorbell rang. She turned off the hair dryer and put it down. She leaned in front of the peephole, to have a look, her heart tightened, and she opened the door.

Qi Yan stood outside holding two bags, the light hit her deep eyebrows and eyes, revealing a little indifference, but she still curled her lips together: "My water heater is broken, can I take a shower in your bathroom."

Lu Zhiqiao stared at her blankly, her lips twitched, she saw the indifference on the other woman's eyes, she almost guessed at the first reaction that it was related to what happened this afternoon, and her heart suddenly felt confused.

She was just given a ride by a friend, why does this person still care about it until now?

The more she thinks about this, the more she felt that she should not have explained anything when she was in the elevator and let the girl be bothered all afternoon for nothing.

"Can I?" Qi Yan asked repeatedly.

Lu Zhiqiao came back to her senses, said hello, brought her house sleepers, and led her in.

The bathroom at home is separated from wet and dry. The sink is outside, the toilet and shower are inside, and there is a door in the middle. Lu Zhiqiao stood outside, picked up the hair dryer again, but didn't turn it on, pointed to the inside and said, "Hot water on the left, cold water on the right."

Qi Yan glanced at her, went in and closed the door without saying a word.

Inside, there was the sound of plastic bags being flipped. Lu Zhiqiao was silent for a while, and then turned on the hair dryer. The whistling noise instantly drowned out the slight movement. She looked at her face in the mirror,  her heart was like her hair; all messed up into silk threads.

After a while, she heard a patter of water in the bathroom.

There is only one door between the two. Although it is an opaque door, they can't see anything from each other, but the sound of gurgling water and splashing will inevitably arouse people's imagination.

That night at the hotel, the sky was on fire with thunder and fire, and the two came together several times. She vaguely remembered that she was extremely tired, and was helped into the bathroom in a daze. In the water...

She felt the hot air and checked her hair; it was already dry. She then covered the face, the temperature was scalding and she felt extremely ashamed. She glanced at the bathroom door with a guilty conscience, turned off the hair dryer, put it away, and fled back to the bedroom.

After a long time, the sound of water stopped, and it was quiet outside for a while. The living room door was opened and closed again.

Lu Zhiqiao waited for a while, got up and went out, and saw that the pair of slippers were neatly arranged on the floor mat, but the living room was empty, and no one was there. She poked through the peephole and looked outside, only the lights of the corridor and the closed door of 902 across the way were in her sight.

Then the lights went out.

It turned dark.

Lu Zhiqiao took two steps back, closed her eyes, shook off those strange thoughts, turned and went back to the bathroom, picked up the sponge mop to absorb water, but found that there was no water stain on the tile floor, obviously it had been dried.

She straightened up, put the mop back, and when she looked up, she saw her used little toy lying quietly on the shelf...