My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 125 Zeshia's Private Lessons
Yaluo sat down with an unhappy look on his face.

So I continued the class.

Zeshia picked up the chalk and turned to face the blackboard.

"What I'm going to talk about next is all key knowledge. Please write it down carefully for me."

She began to write down the knowledge points on the blackboard, and the students below also took notes one by one. The classroom was silent for a while.

Yaluo was taking notes gloomily, and his elbow accidentally knocked a book next to him to the ground with a bang.

He bent down to pick it up, but when he stood up, he suddenly felt something flying towards him and quickly put out his hand to block it.

He caught the flying object and saw that it was a small black thick-heeled shoe.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zeshia on the podium.

At this time, Yinlong's foot with shoes on was on the ground, and the other foot without shoes was on the chair. The toes wearing black cotton socks were exposed from the hem of the wide robe, and she looked at Yaluo with indifference.

"Who told you to make noise in my class?" Zeshia said coldly.

Ya Luo's mouth twitched: "Are you sick? I just dropped the book on the ground accidentally!"

"Stop talking nonsense, whatever I say you are is what you are."

Zeshia snorted, sitting on the chair and crossing her legs.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and bring the shoes up for me to wear."

Yaluo really wanted to throw a shoe back at her.

He suppressed his anger, grabbed his shoes and gritted his teeth as he walked to the podium and stood in front of Zeshia.

With him blocking her way, Zeshia stopped pretending, a provocative smile appeared on her pretty face, and she raised her eyebrows at him.

The wide robe that fell to the ankles completely covered the thighs. Only at the hem of the skirt, a small foot wrapped in black cotton stockings stretched out. He could even see the thumb twisting teasingly towards him in the socks.

She deliberately lowered her feet, obviously wanting him to squat down and put her shoes on.

"Hurry up, don't delay my class." Zeshia raised the corner of his mouth proudly at him.

"This damn dragon"

Yaluo really wanted to bite the foot that teased him hard, to let her know that even a rabbit will bite a dragon when it is angry.
But he suppressed his anger, and under the gaze of the whole class, he squatted down, grabbed the dangling ankle, and shoved the shoe into it.

When he looked up, he saw Zeshia humming and laughing at him, as if asking, "What can you do even if this happens?"

"cut!"

Yaluo snorted, endured it, and turned back to his seat.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked worriedly.

"fine."

A class only lasts an hour. There are still about twenty minutes left. Just bear with it. After class, can this silver dragon still control itself?
"Continue the class." Yinlong picked up the chalk, turned around and continued writing on the blackboard.

At this moment, the sound of books falling to the ground suddenly came one after another in the classroom.

The silver dragon snorted and turned to look at the troublemakers who were full of expectation.

"It seems that someone doesn't want to attend class properly." She smiled slightly.

Several lightning bolts suddenly fell, hitting those unlucky guys accurately, and the force was controlled just right, so they were stunned but not brain-damaged.

After the lightning, wisps of black smoke rose in the classroom.

"Does anyone have any questions?" she said coldly to the class.

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

"Damn it! Why does that guy get the reward?"

Several students who were hit by the lightning whispered hatefully.

"You guys are crazy." Yaluo said speechlessly.

As the melodious sound of the bell spread, the class finally came to an end.

Zeshia stood at the podium, packing up the lesson plans and said, "Today's homework is a course summary, two pages of paper. Hand it in before the next class. Serena, please collect it when the time comes."

"it is good."

"Huh, it's finally over."

As Yalu was packing up his books, he felt a sense of relief.

"Yalo, you have detention."

A cold word made him stand there in a daze.

"Why?" He looked at Zeshia on the podium.

Silver Dragon crossed his arms and looked at him with his chin raised:
"Ask me why, the two essays I punished you with haven't been submitted yet."

"Didn't you say you would hand it in tomorrow?"

"I regret this. You must finish writing in the classroom today before you can go back."

"This is too much of a bully!" Yaluo said angrily.

"What? Are you not convinced?" Zeshia took out the score sheet and shook it again.

"You" Yaluo was angry. He turned to look at Selena, hoping that she would say a few words to him, but Selena, who had now become Teacher Zeshia's assistant, turned her head away mercilessly.

"Yalo, Zeshia was just in a spur of the moment, you just need to accompany her." Selina whispered.

Helpless, he had no choice but to sit in the classroom and start writing the two papers forced upon him.

The classroom gradually emptied out, and Selena comforted him a few words before leaving.

Only he and Zeshia on the podium were left.

He was still immersed in writing when there was a bang and Zeshia closed the classroom door. Then she slowly walked to him, raised her lower body slightly, sat on his desk, took off her glasses and put them aside, and untied the knot that tied her hair. Then, her silver hair spread out like a waterfall, sweeping over Yaluo's arm that was placed on the desk.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw the smug expression on Silver Dragon's face.

He ignored it and continued writing.

"How is my teaching level?"

Zeshia placed one hand on the table, leaned over, and spoke softly in front of him.

Yaluo didn't say anything, but just continued writing his paper.

Zeshia sat up straight and frowned at his cold attitude.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Yaluo still ignored her.

"Are you angry now?"

Zethia's dragon tail came up and tickled his chest with the tip of its tail.

"Go away."

Yaluo slapped her dragon tail away.

Zesia narrowed her eyes, then got down from the table, came behind Yaluo, hugged his neck from behind, put her face next to his head, opened her cherry-red mouth, and whispered in his ear:

"If you are unhappy, do you want me to give you a reward?"

The warm and sweet breath made his ears itch, but he still said coldly:

"Do not care."

The silver dragon hummed and kissed him on the earlobe.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Zeshia directly took his earlobe into her mouth, bit it lightly with her teeth, licked it with the tip of her tongue, then released it, and then blew air into the ear that was licked until it was warm.

After all these operations, Yaluo remained unmoved and continued to write his paper with a calm expression.

Zeshia stood up. This indifferent attitude made her a little annoyed, so she snatched the paper he was writing, threw it aside, and sat down on the desk in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Yaluo glared at her.

Zeshia crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest.

"Isn't this talking?" She raised the corners of her mouth and shook the tip of her shoe in front of him.

"If you have nothing else to do, could you please step aside? I still need to finish the homework you gave me as a reward, Mr. Zeshia."

Yaluo emphasized the last few words "Teacher Zeshia" very strongly.

"We'll talk about the homework later. Now let's talk about another thing," Zeshia said. She leaned forward slightly and whispered to Yaluo, "When you were putting on your shoes on the stage just now, were you interested in my feet?"

"What do you want?" Yaluo glanced at her and said.

Zeshia straightened her upper body, then kicked one foot on the heel of the other foot, and the black thick-soled leather shoes fell on Yaluo.

"Give you another chance."

Zeshia raised her eyebrows and said to him meaningfully.

Yaluo squinted his eyes and looked at her feet that were still teasing him, then raised his hand and lifted up the hem of her skirt that fell to her ankles, revealing Zeshia's smooth, white long legs in the air.

The silver dragon did not react to his behavior, but just looked at him with a faint smile.

Holding the toes with one hand, and hooking the edge of the cotton socks with the fingers of the other hand, pulling them down, the snow-white toes with a hint of redness were revealed.

The meridians on the instep of the foot were very faint, the toes were long, and the nails were pink. The five tender and agile toes were shrinking and stretching before his eyes.

The palm holding the feet felt delicate, warm, and a little moist.

"Come, this is the king's special promise." Zeshia whispered to him.

Yaluo stroked her feet and suddenly snorted coldly, then grabbed her ankles with both hands and lifted them up.

Before Zeshia could react, he lifted her legs up and her body fell backward onto the table.

Yaluo stood up, put one foot on the desk, and pressed Zeshia's long legs onto her shoulders with both hands.
As a result, her lower body was inevitably lifted up, and she was pressed on the table in a very shameful posture.
What was even worse was that the loose teacher's robe, which had been lifted up by Ya Luo just now, had lost its function of covering her body under gravity and fell down to her upper body, exposing her black lace panties completely to the air.

Yaluo raised his hand and cast a binding spell to bind her ankles together. Then he grabbed her hands and locked her legs together with a binding spell.

He took two steps back, admiring the silver dragon, whose body was exposed and feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Yalo, what do you want to do?!" Zeshia shouted in shame and anger.

"you."

Yaluo said with a sneer.

Zeshia was stunned for a moment, and before she could understand what he meant, Yaluo suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard on the buttocks.

A crisp slap echoed in the silent classroom.

(End of this chapter)