Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

After getting drunk, driven by her true feelings, Ruan Mei indulged in double standards and actively crossed the line.

While she was soaking in the bathtub, she asked Qi Zhimu to stay in the bathroom and massage her shoulders.

She was enjoying herself so much that, with the students' help, she fell asleep in the bathtub and couldn't be woken up.

Having exhausted all other options, Qi Zhimu could only keep a low profile and pull her out of the room, returning her to her room.

Then, following Qi Zhimu's proper conduct, he fed her the hangover soup, which most likely had no effect.

After waking up in a daze, he went further and demanded that the students evolve from massaging shoulders to massaging feet.

If they take an inch and then a mile, that's fine; you can explain it away with something like giving an elder a massage or washing their feet.

But what happened next was even more outrageous, completely crossing that line.

First, he gave her face wash, then a kiss on the cheek, saying it was a reward for a good student, but in reality he was eyeing her mouth, taking food and other things.

"No, teacher, you can't kiss here...!"

Qi Zhimu tried very hard to persuade her, even using his hands to hold the teacher's shoulders to stop her from bending over, but what was the result?

"If the teacher says it's okay, then it's okay."

After saying that, she pulled off the student's arm, pushed him down onto the bed, and kissed him without saying a word.

Then came a smooth little combo: prying open teeth, entwining tongues, and warm breaths mingling...

After finishing, he would say "reward complete" and send the students, whose minds, values, and cognition had been severely impacted, to complete the assigned tasks.

Qi Zhimu fled in a sorry state, but she was fine, sleeping soundly.

When I woke up the next day, under the influence of the five-year-old plum blossom wine, I had no recollection whatsoever of the exquisite moments that had crossed the line the night before.

It's common knowledge in most parts of the world that drinking too much alcohol will make you drunk.

Thanks to this natural disguise, neither the teacher nor the student knew that the plum blossom wine had become a wondrous substance with special effects.

Qi Zhimu mustered his courage and asked the teacher if he remembered what happened last night.

He was probably afraid of being scolded by the teacher, so he only dared to use the most tactful approach.

As a result, Ruan Mei said she remembered everything, and even asked in return, "How come?"

This is tantamount to entering the mind of Qi Zhimu, who is just beginning to experience love, leaving behind a hint that makes it hard not to overthink.

The teacher remembers everything... So she did those things on purpose last night... right?

The teacher's attitude was natural... does that mean they tacitly approve of that kind of relationship?

The boy knew that his teacher valued rules, and began to worry whether the close relationship between teacher and student was a violation of the rules.

His conclusion was that whatever the teacher said was correct.

Although seeing a teacher is like seeing one's parents, they are not real parents after all, and there is no biological DNA relationship between them.

So just listen to the teacher.

That's what he thought, but of course Qi Zhimu would never say it on his own initiative, much less do it.

Ruan Mei loves plum blossom wine. Because not many plum blossoms were picked five years ago, Qi Zhimu didn't make much, so she can only drink it once every now and then.

Each time, the amount exceeded 250mL, and the students would serve her, resulting in intimate contact.

Massaging shoulders, pounding back, rubbing legs, pressing feet, and even pressing waist—Qi Zhimu can gradually desensitize to these things, but how can he desensitize the area around the sides of his chest?

If you're not careful, or if Nguyen Mai rolls over, she'll bump into the hemisphere.

In Qi Zhimu's mind, only those who are very close to each other can do that.

Now, the implication has almost become an explicit statement.

Qi Zhimu was quite cautious. At his teacher's birthday banquet the following year, he specially brought out plum blossom wine from a year earlier and advised his teacher not to drink too much at once.

He knew all too well what his teacher would do when he was drunk.

however--

"I have never been drunk since I was able to drink alcohol."

After making those grand pronouncements, half a jar of the four-year-old plum blossom wine disappeared.

The subsequent requests for service were the same as always, so Qi Zhimu didn't take them too seriously.

Unfortunately, they didn't take it seriously, and then something bad happened.

After taking a shower, having his shoulders massaged, his feet rubbed, his waist pressed, and being kissed on the face and lips, Qi Zhimu's clothes were suddenly ripped off.

Before the boy could react, he was pressed down.

Even the future is greatly limited by small hands.

"Teacher...you can't...you'll be responsible for this..."

The situation spiraled out of his control, and Qi Zhimu panicked, unable to resist struggling slightly.

But he didn't dare to struggle too much. In Ruan Mei's eyes, what was the difference between that and just acting cute to enhance the atmosphere?

"Didn't I take responsibility for you long ago, from the day I brought you back?"

"But we are—"

"They're teacher and student..." Qi Zhimu wanted to say, but his mouth was covered.

"Be good, listen to me~"

Ruan Mei's voice was more tender and affectionate than ever before, easily shattering Qi Zhimu's last psychological defenses.

…It would be more accurate to say that Qi Zhimu never truly set up any defenses against her.

Then one can hear the trembling rhythm and see the color that emerges only once in a lifetime under the same circumstances.

Yu Qingtu had already closed his eyes to block out his hearing.

Unlike Black Tower, whose expression seemed to say that everyone owed her billions, a thought couldn't help but cross my mind.

…This shouldn’t be considered a crime committed by the wife, right?

Not to mention that she wasn't even born at that time, even the ancestors of humans on Azure Star hadn't evolved from apes into Homo sapiens.

On the contrary, she was the one who committed the offense before Ruan Mei.

I will never forget the seven butterflies on the lawn below the window.

but……

I can empathize a little with Ruan Mei's feelings back then.

Helpless, Black Tower could only complain from another angle that Ruan Mei could only sit on the lotus position for several hours and could not do anything else, which was a complete waste of her talent.

Ahh!

I'm still so annoyed!

We need to convince Qi Zhimu to take some good photos, 360° high-definition with no blind spots, and then send them all to Ruan Mei...

Otherwise, the Qi (vital energy) will not flow smoothly.

This genius is jealous, so what?

Yu Qingtu could clearly sense the resentment emanating from the Black Tower.

"It's not like it's the first time you've seen it, there's no need to get flustered."

"Alright, but Yu Qingtu, I want to ask you a question."

"you say."

Have you ever used this memory to masturbate?

"..." Yu Qingtu's lips twitched violently, and she said helplessly, "Of course not."

Watching porn isn't something to do against nature; it's just human nature.

But if you're watching a video of someone you like with another woman, sprinkling a handful of glutinous rice probably won't solve the problem.

Yu Qingtu didn't think he had such a niche hobby, and he would never do such a thing, much less try to empathize with Ruan Mei.

It seems that she still can't get used to Black Tower's occasional blunt remarks in the short term.

As the night wore on, Ruan Mei held Qi Zhimu's head to her chest and fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

She slept very soundly, and didn't wake up even when Qi Zhimu broke free from her embrace in the early morning.

Qi Zhimu tidied up the slightly messy room, gathered up the clothes scattered on the floor, dressed neatly, and carefully closed the door.

I entered the kitchen and found myself spacing out for a while.

The events of last night, the tender whispers in his ear, the possessive and loving calls... all made him think about the future.

Finally, he put aside his struggles and reflections and returned to the same underlying logic.

If the teacher says it's okay, then it's okay.

The boy, having accepted this fact, was filled with inspiration.

With the joy of possessing the whole world, a brand new soybean cake incorporating plum blossom ingredients has been naturally created.