my world double door.

Teacher Zhang Yi’s office is independent and she is the only one in the entire office.

Moreover, in this era, the decoration of offices is generally very simple, with slightly old wooden doors. The first thing that catches your eye when you walk into the room is a large wooden desk.

The color of the desktop is no longer bright, and the traces of time have left tiny scratches and mottled marks on it. On the desk are neatly placed piles of teaching materials, teaching plans and students' homework, like loyal guards, always waiting for their master's inspection. A fountain pen lies quietly on the open notebook, as if it has just stopped recording its thoughts.

On one side of the desk is a simple wooden bookshelf. The bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, ranging from ancient literary classics to modern educational theories, from poetry to prose novels. These books are not brand new, and the wear on the spines and the yellowing of the pages tell the story of them being read repeatedly. In the corner of the bookshelf, there are also some old newspapers and magazines.

The office windows are not big, but they are big enough to let the sunlight in. The white curtains flutter gently in the breeze, adding a touch of softness to this slightly serious space. There is a pot of green radish in front of the window, and the green leaves stretch freely, injecting a touch of vitality into this simple office. The sunlight shines through the window and sprinkles on the leaves of the green radish, reflecting spots of light, as if it is a unique decoration given to this space by nature.

There is a group of old-fashioned sofas placed against the wall. The fabric of the sofas has faded a bit, but it is still comfortable to sit on. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a cup of steaming tea. The faint tea fragrance permeates the air, making people feel a little warm. Next to the sofa, there is a small filing cabinet, which stores various teaching materials and documents. Although the appearance of the cabinet is a little old, the materials inside are well organized.

There are not too many decorations on the walls of the office, only a few simple calligraphy and paintings. A calligraphy work "Teaching and Educating People" is vigorous and powerful, showing the mission and responsibility of teachers; an ink painting "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" is simple and elegant, reflecting the elegant taste of literati. Next to the calligraphy and paintings, there are also some excellent essays and awards of students.

Fortunately, a new air conditioner was installed on the wall of the simple office, making the temperature inside the office less stuffy.

"hu~hu~"

Next to the wooden desk that you see when you open the door, there is a chair with a simple, soft, thin cotton pad. Teacher Zhang Yi has her eyes slightly closed, her beautiful red lips constantly exhaling hot air, and her closed eyelashes are trembling slightly.

"pat~"

The ballpoint pen on the table rolled to the ground, but teacher Zhang Yi, who had just used it to correct homework with her eyes closed, had no intention of picking it up.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner made her hair sway, and Li Yang, who was lying in front of her, also swayed his head left and right with the wind.

The more she swayed, the tighter Teacher Zhang Yi closed her eyes.

"Boom~"

Finally, with a pop sound, the black-haired head raised up, revealing the face of a handsome boy. Zhang Yi suddenly opened her eyes weakly, only to see Li Yang's face full of smiles.

"Teacher, correcting homework is important. Don't forget to correct it."

Li Yang reminded with a smile, his eyes sparkling. Zhang Yi understood what Li Yang was thinking. He narrowed his eyes and nodded, then turned sideways to pick up the pen that had fallen on the ground.

When picking up the pen, Zhang Yi subconsciously wanted to spread her legs and support them at her sides, but she couldn't move them. She turned her head and saw that Li Yang had already clamped her beautiful legs in black stockings tightly between her legs, making it difficult for her to break free.

"Teacher, you will fall down like this, let me help you hold on."

Li Yang's smiling voice was heard again in front of her, and then her slender waist and the perky little butt wrapped in the tight skirt were covered by Li Yang's big hands.

Zhang Yi took a breath, looked at Li Yang's smiling eyes, pursed her lips, turned around and picked up the black ballpoint pen that fell on the ground.

"Squeak~"

The wooden chair made a creaking sound and Zhang Yi felt like she was about to fall down. Fortunately, a strong hand supported her armpits and propped up her upper body.

The slender and powerful palm grasped the soft flesh in her armpits, the fingertips pinched a little mountain, and tightly grasped the upper body clothes together, making the white shirt on her upper body taut.

Her left buttock was lifted up and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Li Yang's strong palm grabbed her plump buttocks and fixed her in place.

"Hoo, hoo, Li Yang, you better hold on tight."

Zhang Yi hurriedly grabbed the back of the chair with his left hand, turned his head and spoke to Li Yang.

"Don't worry, teacher. We are safe."

Li Yang immediately started talking with a smile, and as he spoke he exerted force with both hands, leaving marks on the buttocks.

Zhang Yi pursed her lips, then bit her lip again and reached down to pick up the black ballpoint pen.

Her body sank, and most of her plump buttocks were immediately exposed while sitting on the chair. Her white and tender palms hooked on the ground but failed to hook. Li Yang's palms hurriedly grabbed those plump buttocks to prevent Zhang Yi from falling to the ground.

"Hmm~"

The naughty ballpoint pen rolled too far. Zhang Yi stretched out his hand again but couldn't reach it. He couldn't help but groan in his throat. Then he stretched his waist forward hard, and his white shirt was stretched to reveal his waist. Finally, he picked up the pen.

"Li Yang, pull me back to sit."

After picking up the ballpoint pen, Zhang Yi looked back at Li Yang, a red smile on her face, and hurriedly spoke to him in an urgent manner.

Although Li Yang was holding her up for support, this position was obviously too demanding on one's waist strength and she could no longer hold on.

"Okay, teacher."

Li Yang smiled, then exerted force and pulled Teacher Zhang Yi's body back and sat her on the bench.

"Pull it back. Why use the hand that's grabbing your butt to hold it tight?"

Teacher Zhang Yi's body was held upright, but her brows were furrowed. She bit her lips slightly and asked Li Yang weakly, "How can you know how soft the teacher is without using force?"

Li Yang said with a smile, and then said to the blushing teacher Zhang Yi with a smile: "Teacher, it's time for you to correct the homework."

Zhang Yi looked down at her homework with a rosy face, then looked at Li Yang's hand that was still grabbing her butt, pursed her lips and nodded, took a deep breath, put on a serious attitude, and seriously began to correct the test papers on the desk.

Li Yang smiled when he saw this, and stared at the black silk thigh in front of him. His hands slid to the top and he buried his head hard, pressing against the middle part.

Zhang Yi paused while correcting homework and her face turned red again, but she calmed down the next moment and continued to correct the homework seriously, looking very serious.

Only her occasional trembling shoulders betrayed her condition.

From time to time, I looked out the window of the office. It was noon, and there was a bright sunny day outside the window. The bright scene was like a gorgeous painting, slowly unfolding before my eyes.

Zhang Yi narrowed her eyes and exhaled through her rosy lips. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, bit her lips lightly, and quickly narrowed her eyes.

The sunlight shone on Zhang Yi's face. There were homeworks in front of her. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. They kept shaking for a long time before she opened her eyes with a red face and bit her lips and began to correct the homeworks.

The sky is as blue as a gem, clear and without a trace of impurities. That blue is deep and bright, as if it can absorb people's souls. Large pieces of clouds seem to be kneaded by skilled craftsmen at will. Some are as fluffy and soft as cotton candy, floating in clumps; some are shaped like continuous mountains, majestic and spectacular; and some are like light gauze, floating in the sky. These clouds are not static, they slowly move under the breeze, constantly changing their shapes and positions, adding endless dynamic beauty to this blue sky.

The sun poured down without reservation, bright and blazing. Each beam of light was like a golden arrow, piercing through the clouds and shooting straight to the earth. The sun shone on the glass curtain walls of the buildings, reflecting a dazzling light that made it almost impossible to open your eyes. Under the sun, the outlines of those tall buildings became clearer and the lines became tougher, as if they were giant sculptures carved out of light.

On the street downstairs, pedestrians come and go. Some of them are in a hurry, perhaps rushing to deal with important matters; some are leisurely, strolling slowly, enjoying this rare sunny day. People's figures are lengthened and shortened by the sun, forming unique silhouettes. Ladies hold up colorful parasols, moving on the street like blooming flowers; most men wear hats or cover their foreheads with their hands to avoid the strong light.

The trees along the street are lush and green, and the green leaves are brighter under the baptism of the sun. The edges of the leaves are shining with golden light, as if they are inlaid with a layer of dazzling borders. The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle, as if playing a cheerful summer symphony. The branches sway in the wind, casting patches of mottled shade. Under the shade of the trees, occasionally a few puppies are playing, running and jumping, and their cheerful barking breaks the tranquility of the afternoon.

Looking further away, there is an open park. The lawn in the park is like a huge green carpet, covering the entire ground. The grass stands upright, absorbing the sun and rain, showing its tenacious vitality. On the lawn, several families are having a picnic. The children are running and laughing on the grass, flying kites and playing football. Their laughter is as clear as silver bells, echoing in the air. The adults are sitting on the picnic mats, enjoying the food while watching the children play, with happy smiles on their faces.

The lake in the park sparkles in the sunlight, like a huge mirror. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom, and you can see fish swimming freely in the water. Sometimes they jump out of the water, splashing water; sometimes they dive into the water and disappear without a trace. On the lake, several small boats are floating gently, and the people rowing are leisurely, paddling the water with their oars, creating ripples.

Occasionally, a few birds fly by in the sky. They spread their wings and soar in the blue sky and white clouds. The birds' calls are clear and melodious, as if they are telling people about the vastness and freedom of the sky. One of the white doves is particularly eye-catching. Its white feathers shine with holy light in the sun, just like an angel descending to the earth.

At this moment, the sun, blue sky, white clouds, green trees, lakes, pedestrians, birds... all form a harmonious and beautiful picture. This picture is full of vitality and vigor, making people feel the charm of nature and the beauty of life.

At the wooden desk in the office, Zhang Yi was correcting homework carefully.

But before she had corrected the homework a few times, she felt her wrists were a little weak. She forced herself to adjust her position and looked at her own handwriting, which was crooked and limp on the homework book. She was somewhat reluctant to see such handwriting appear in the students' homework books.

But she felt too weak and wanted to wait until she was done before continuing. However, Li Yang would not let her and asked her to write well. She could only bite her lip bitterly and continue to correct the homework.

In this way, I corrected the homework one by one.

Zhang Yi gritted her teeth and tried her best to correct all the homework.

Twenty minutes later, she finally finished grading the last homework.

"Well, I've finished grading the homework, and I have to go home for something. Li Yang, will you come with me?"

Zhang Yi hurriedly stood up from the chair and wanted to leave, but Li Yang held her legs and prevented her from leaving. So she crossed her legs, looked down at Li Yang who was looking up in confusion, and spoke with a blushing face.

"Um, okay, then we can go to the teacher's house."

Li Yang was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. He then took the initiative to support the teacher's slender waist and stood up from the table.

Zhang Yi quickly packed her clothes, blushed, and walked out of the office with Li Yang holding her waist, heading home.

The two walked out of the campus, and fortunately, since it was class time, they didn't meet anyone.

Soon, we arrived at Teacher Zhang Yi's home near the school. After entering the house, Teacher Zhang Yi closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and hurried to take a shower.

Not long after, Teacher Zhang Yi came out of the shower. The air-conditioned room had become a little cooler, but her face felt a little hot when she looked at Li Yang.

"Li Yang, you, you should go take a shower too."

After taking a shower, Teacher Zhang Yi wore a bathrobe, with her white calves and snow-white neck exposed to the air. She spoke to Li Yang in a low voice.

"it is good."

Li Yang smiled, stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa nervously. She was relieved to see that Li Yang didn't move. Then she clenched her hands and looked at the bathroom where Li Yang was taking a shower, but she was a little dazed.

It was not until a moment later that Li Yang reappeared from the bathroom and walked to her with a smile on his face.

In this closed air-conditioned room, the air seemed frozen, and only the presence of the two people made this small space filled with a scorching atmosphere. (End of this chapter)