Rebirth: Starting with Capturing the Goddess Mentor

Chapter 242 Time Assassin, Seamless Connection (Part 1)
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhixin couldn't help but smile.

Her face was already extremely beautiful, but now, with shimmering light in her eyes and her eyelashes trembling as they released tiny glimmers of light, she was truly captivating, her beauty so radiant it was almost blinding.

"If I didn't love you, would I still be lying in the same bed with you now, with you pinning me down?"

She blinked and asked back.

"But I just want to hear you say those three words with my own ears."

The man looked at her with deep affection and pressed her for an answer.

Jiang Zhixin rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Why is it that even though your eyes and words are so affectionate, your hand keeps touching my chest?"

Don't worry about the details.

"Ok."

Jiang Zhixin couldn't help but chuckle, then looked seriously into the man's eyes: "Chen Yan, I love you, much more than you can imagine."

Upon hearing this, the man's Adam's apple bobbed heavily in the dim light.

The warm breath she exhaled between the opening and closing of her lips was like poison laced with honey, slowly burning away his crumbling reason.

While his fingertips were still nestled in her creamy softness, Chen Yan suddenly freed his hand, pulled off her thin shoulder strap, and used his knee to push open the folds of her silk nightgown. His burning palm then rubbed along her shoulder blades to the back of her neck.

"Teacher Jiang, I love you too."

The low, husky final sound faded away between their pressed lips and teeth.
At first, it was a gentle pecking like spring rain, until Jiang Zhixin let out a kitten-like whimper, and the fingers gripping his shoulder suddenly tightened, and that last bit of clarity collapsed.
The tip of the tongue pushes open the pearly teeth and plunges in, while the breath, carrying the scent of sandalwood, stirs the pure water in the pool.

Outside the window, the shadows of wisteria blossoms swayed like waves on the gauze curtains, and moonlight streamed through Chen Yan's intertwined black hair, making the fine beads of sweat on his forehead appear like scattered diamonds.
He suddenly stepped back half an inch, his lustful eyes locking onto the woman beneath him, who was radiating boundless spring: "Say it again."

"Chen Yan..."

Her pink-tinged toes hooked around his waist, and she looked at him with seductive eyes: "I...love...mmm..."

The unfinished words were cut off by an even fiercer kiss, and the two silhouettes in the full-length mirror finally plunged completely into the abyss of warmth and comfort within the gauze curtains.
The moonlight tonight is too full to contain the wild, unrestrained pleasure that grows on the lovers' pillows.

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The next morning, Chen Yan was gently bitten awake by Jiang Zhixin.

"I'm up, my phone keeps vibrating."

Jiang Zhixin patted Chen Yan's thigh and gently reminded him.

Chen Yan opened his eyes, glanced at Jiang Zhixin, then reached for his phone on the bedside table and looked at the caller ID: Yang Jinquan.

"Thank goodness it was Lao Jin."

Chen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been so engrossed in the gentle embrace of women last night that if Ruan Yusang or any other girl had called this morning, he would probably have been plunged into hell.

"To be on the safe side, it's necessary to have an extra phone. If Teacher Jiang asks, just say one is a work phone and the other is a personal phone."

As Chen Yan got up to answer the phone, a thought flashed through his mind, but he calmly pressed the answer button.

"Yanzi, happy birthday!"

"My childhood friend Yang Jinquan said loudly."

Chen Yan yawned: "Oh, nothing else? I'm hanging up now. I'm still half asleep."

Yang Jinquan angrily exclaimed, "Damn it, you're so heartless!"

After saying that, he suddenly grinned lewdly, "Are there women with you right now?"

Chen Yan glanced at Jiang Zhixin, who was lying naked on top of him, and said calmly, "Yes, Teacher Jiang is sleeping next to me."

As Chen Yan's childhood friend, Yang Jinquan naturally knew Jiang Zhixin.

During the Spring Festival, Jiang Zhixin had met Yang Jinquan when she visited Chen Yan's home. So there was nothing to hide about this, and he said it openly and frankly.

However, Yang Jinquan mistakenly believed that Jiang Zhixin was still asleep and could not hear what he was saying.

As we all know, guys often say whatever comes to mind when they chat, without thinking twice, so he blurted out:

"It has to be you, Yanzi. You even managed to win over a goddess like Teacher Jiang. I still find it a bit unbelievable."

That was fine on its own, but then he immediately followed up with, "How about it, isn't it satisfying to sleep with your own teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan clearly sensed a surge of murderous intent in the room.

So he immediately started cursing: "Get lost! Your thoughts are so filthy, I'm hanging up!"

Just as his fingertip touched the hang-up button, Jiang Zhixin suddenly flipped over and straddled his waist.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, gilding her smooth back with a golden edge, but her once languid eyes had completely turned cold.

"Does sleeping with the teacher give you a sense of accomplishment?"

She grabbed Chen Yan's pajamas collar, the cotton fabric crumpling under her fingers. "Is this how you usually show off to your friends?"

"Uh, it's all a misunderstanding, I definitely didn't..."

Chen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to explain, but before he could finish, Jiang Zhixin's sudden leaning motion choked him back.

She bit the man's earlobe hard, with a vengeful tone, her warm breath carrying icy words as she whispered them in his ear:

"Does Chen see me as just a tool to satisfy his sense of accomplishment?"

Chen Yan grabbed her wrist with his other hand, a sigh tinged with amusement escaping his throat: "No, that's not true. I've never thought of it that way."

"Hmph, I bet that's exactly what you're thinking! Otherwise, why do you always call me 'Teacher Jiang' in bed?"

Oh dear, you saw right through my little scheme!
Jiang, the real Sherlock Holmes.

So, Chen Yan rolled over and pressed Jiang Zhixin back into the soft bedding, kissed her forehead, and said gently:

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Are you hungry? I'll make you a loving breakfast."

"I want to eat pear and millet porridge!"

Jiang Zhixin pouted and said coquettishly.

Seeing that she was no longer angry, Chen Yan smiled and agreed, then got out of bed to prepare breakfast for her.

Actually, Jiang Zhixin wasn't really angry; after all, these kinds of jokes between friends shouldn't be taken seriously.

Just like Bai Wei would sometimes secretly ask her, "How was college life at eighteen?"

It was half an hour later when the electric pressure cooker in the kitchen beeped.

Wearing an apron printed with cartoon bears, Chen Yan methodically ladled the cooked pear and millet porridge into bowls and then sliced ​​a few pieces of crisp pickled radish to arrange on a plate.

Turning around, I saw Jiang Zhixin leaning against the kitchen doorway, wearing a set of beige pajamas and pants. Her long hair was casually tied up, revealing her slender neck and faintly visible collarbone.

"Come and sit."

Chen Yan wiped his hands, pulled up a chair for her to sit at the table, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and held it to her lips, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."

Jiang Zhixin sat at the dining table, comfortably enjoying the man's feeding service.

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