C43 (1/2)
Of course, teasing was teasing, but Ye Zifeng didn't do anything out of line to this beautiful teacher. At most, he would just hug her for a bit, but as for the rest, Ye Zifeng did not even think about it.
Very seriously, he bandaged the wound on Mo Lan's foot once again. Then, he wrapped it with a solid fresh film to prevent water from flowing in.
After that, he carried Mo Lan who had followed his every step into the bathroom, and only after hearing the sound of the water flowing rapidly in the bathroom, did Ye Zifeng finally turn around and safely leave.
The bathroom in Mo Lan's villa was currently filled with hot air. Her charming body was imprinted on the frosted glass in the bathroom, causing people to feel their blood boiling with excitement.
It was a pity that the current Ye Zifeng was already far away and did not see anything that could agitate his adrenaline.
After an unknown period of time, the sound of running water slowly stopped.
Mo Lan's voice once again sounded out. ”Ye Zifeng, Ye Zifeng, I forgot to bring a towel. Can you help me bring a towel, it's in the second drawer in the room …”
After a while, Mo Lan's voice did not get a reply.
Mo Lan once again asked with doubt: ”Ye Zifeng, you, are you still here?”
There was still no response from the room even after he called out twice. The bathroom door then opened a crack in the wall.
With her shoulders exposed, Mo Lan gazed curiously at the room with her long, wet hair. She then snickered.
Mo Lan limped out from the bathroom, her perfect body still dripping with crystal clear water.
Standing beside her bed, looking at her empty room, Mo Lan did not care about her naked appearance, she muttered with a smile, and her heart was at a loss, muttering: ”This bastard, she actually left without even saying a word!”
Facing Ye Zifeng's silent departure, Mo Lan felt a wave of disappointment and melancholy, but deep in her heart, she still felt a trace of indescribable gratitude.
Slowly moving forward, she took out a dry towel from the drawer in her room and wiped off the water droplets all over her body. Immediately after, Mo Lan wrapped herself in a towel and sat down on her bed in a daze.
”Ye Zifeng, Ye Zifeng, what kind of person are you exactly?” Mo Lan spoke in a daze, looking at her wrapped up jade legs, she giggled again.
Maybe Mo Lan did not know that she had already fallen. Looking at the empty room, the beautiful piano teacher's mind was filled with Ye Zifeng's naughty smile.
From the fact that he stood up straight with his Snowfall Nightclub last night, to the feeling of frantically racing on the way home, to the feeling of facing Xiao Yuan head on this morning, to the feeling of being extremely considerate of changing the medicine and bandaging his wounds, and now, even now, when he was showering, he had left like a gentleman.
Although he had only known Mo Lan for a day, Ye Zifeng had left an incredibly important position in Mo Lan's heart. It was as if that scoundrel's every frown and smile could move Mo Lan's heart and soul.
Sometimes he would laugh, sometimes he would complain. Slowly, Mo Lan's fingers suddenly caressed her burning red lips. Recalling the uncontrollable kiss he had with Ye Zifeng on the sofa just now, Mo Lan's entire being softened. She shyly said, ”That scoundrel!”
This kind of young girl's feelings lasted for who knows how long. In the end, Mo Lan fell asleep with a sweet smile on her face.
The current Ye Zifeng didn't know the complex feelings he had as a beautiful teacher. After leaving the villa in Mo Lan's home, Ye Zifeng hummed this tune and continued forward, all the way until it was late, he didn't turn around to return to Ouyang Baanruo's villa, but instead directly walked out of the small district's entrance, and directly walked toward the Zhonghai Art Academy's direction.