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To avoid being struck by lightning again, I quickly called for a stop.
"Disciple, I just checked the celestial signs; it's not a good time to use any unusual techniques."
He looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that move—hold off on trying it for now; it might cause trouble!"
He insisted, "But I still have three more to try, and there's no control group."
Thinking of Zhou Qinyan's stubbornness at work, I decided to change my approach.
"How about this: I'll give you a better method."
"Have her choose her favorite piece of clothing, take a picture, and send it to me. I'll help you analyze her profile."
Zhou Qinyan's eyes lit up. "Teacher, you can do that?"
Of course, I couldn't, but since his target was me, how could I not understand myself?
I feigned depth. "This requires years of practice; you need to learn more!"
Zhou Qinyan was incredibly proactive; before I finished speaking, he dashed into the bedroom.
I was lying on the chair, utterly bewildered.
Zhou Qinyan, with his hands in his pockets and chin raised, asked, "Shall we go shopping this afternoon?"
Seeing my lack of response, he added, "I'll buy you clothes."
Wait, I didn't ask him to buy me clothes.
Shopping would require makeup and hair washing—too much trouble!
I quickly messaged him: "Why not just ask her what color she likes?"
Zhou Qinyan pulled out his phone without missing a beat, scrolled a few times, then looked at me and cleared his throat:
"Or what color she likes? Have someone make it for you."
I stroked my chin, pretending to think. "White, I guess."
He nodded. "Mm."
Before leaving, he made sure to close the door behind him.
"Teacher, it's white!"
"Is this information enough? Or is it too little?"
"How about I take her to buy a new dress, or have someone send a few skirts for her to choose from?"
I quickly refused, "No, no need!"
"Do you know who your teacher is? This is enough."
"Based on the analysis, her preferred type should be a combination of Wu Yanzu and Takeshi Kaneshiro!"
Zhou Qinyan: "?"
"Teacher, you're at it again."
I smiled, "If you don't believe me, just try it. I guarantee she'll be obedient!"
Zhou Qinyan hesitated, "What should I do?"
"You just..."
I had to admit, Zhou Qinyan was indeed a compliant student.
When he stood before me in his unbuttoned pajamas, exposing his toned abs, I couldn't help but swallow hard.
With such a great physique, he usually kept himself covered up.
For two years, I had to pretend to be an innocent little rabbit, not daring to entertain any fantasies about him.
Let alone touching him; I rarely even had the chance to look.
Now, seeing the lines of his muscles, I finally broke into a gentle smile.
First reminder: Show off that body more.
Second: Let me touch!
Zhou Qinyan maintained a serious expression, seeming quite indifferent, but the blush on his face betrayed him.
He looked down at me from his height and muttered through clenched teeth, "I think I have a fever."
"Help me check."
I reached out to feel his forehead.
He grabbed my wrist, his eyelids fluttering slightly. "This isn't accurate."
"You need to go lower."
I was taken aback. "Huh?"
He directly took my hand and moved it down.
The bridge of his nose, his lips, his Adam's apple...
His chest muscles... his abs...
He stopped.
My face turned crimson.
So this is what it feels like to touch abs.
So hard, so strong.
It was addictive; I wanted to touch more.
Compelled by some strange impulse, I moved my fingers and traced a circle on his muscle.
Zhou Qinyan froze instantly.
He pressed his lips tightly together and quickly pulled my hand away.
"That's enough."
"How is it? Do you have a fever?"
I shook my head. "It's a bit hot, but it doesn't feel like a fever."
I wasn't lying; he really was hot.
But whether it was actually a fever, I couldn't say for sure.
Zhou Qinyan responded lightly and turned to leave.
As he turned away, I noticed his ears were flushed, almost as if they might bleed.
And it seemed like there was a hint of shyness too?
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