"Mrs. Xi, you've really learned to be bad now," Xi Muchen pinched Xia Wanwan's cheek, smiling as he said, "Naughty girl."
"I learned it all from you," Xia Wanwan said with a smile, "Mr. Xi is such a good teacher."
"Is that so?" the man whispered in her ear, his voice carrying a husky laugh, "Mrs. Xi, there are many ways to be bad, and you don't seem to be thoroughly bad yet."
As he spoke, he slid his hand under her skirt, his voice raspy, "Do you want me to teach you again, how to be even worse? Hm?"
Did Xi Muchen look like he would let her escape? With one hand, he grasped her slender waist firmly, so she couldn't move. He watched Xia Wanwan with a smile and said, "Mrs. Xi, it seems to me that you haven't learned deeply enough, not bad enough through and through. The teacher feels, the teacher must personally teach you."
Xia Wanwan's face flushed red, feeling embarrassed whenever Xi Muchen called himself a teacher at times like these.
