Chapter 68: Lun Sang High School (20)
After the first afternoon class, Ji Ning cradled her math practice book and left the classroom, using the pretense of asking questions as cover to tip off Jiang Ting.
The pure and pretty female student stood at the office doorway, peering inside. She raised her slender, fair arm and called sweetly, "Reporting."
Several teachers looked up at her. The one sitting closest to the door nodded and said, "Come in."
Damn... this stern, tense atmosphere... it really felt like being back in school.
But she was no longer the universally beloved model student she had been in life. The teachers' gazes upon her were very cold.
Under the imposing stares of the teachers, Ji Ning nervously walked further inside. Only after a few steps did she see that Jiang Ting's desk at the very back was empty. She stopped and asked a female teacher, "Teacher, where is Director Jiang?"
The female teacher looked her up and down, seemingly seeing right through to the fact that Ji Ning was not some studious, eager good student. She jutted her chin toward the outside. "He's out back smoking."
"Thank you, Teacher!" Ji Ning bowed and hurriedly left the office.
The faculty office was on the first floor of the sophomore building. The direction the female teacher indicated led to the corridor and small garden connecting the sophomore building to the lab building.
From a distance, Ji Ning heard the sound of men talking where the bamboo grove provided cover, so she headed that way. Just as she turned the corner, she brushed past several male teachers.
Looking from afar, only Jiang Ting remained alone in the bamboo pavilion.
He was leaning sideways against a pillar with his arms crossed, head lowered as he smoked. His slightly arched brow, high-bridged nose, and sharp jawline lent a touch of melancholy to his cool, aloof aura.
Hearing footsteps approach, Jiang Ting flicked his eyes over. Seeing it was Ji Ning, he lowered his arms and stepped over the railing with his long legs to meet her.
"You need something?"
Ji Ning nodded and sat with him on the pavilion's bench. "I'll tell you everything that's happened recently."
As she spoke, Jiang Ting's gaze stayed fixed on her face, his expression unchanging. After Ji Ning finished her long account, she rather doubted whether he had even been listening.
"Zhao Jiamin's homework is also abnormal," Jiang Ting, having absorbed the intel Ji Ning specially delivered, replied. "Her workbook is covered in chaotic scribbles, and her accuracy rate is much lower than before. Midterms are only a week away. I wonder if she can still hold onto first place."
Only then did Ji Ning feel sure he had truly taken it in. She jotted the two points he mentioned into her memo, then opened her chat app and sidled up to Jiang Ting. "Let's add each other as friends. Next time we have something, we can just send a message."
Jiang Ting took out his phone and entered Ji Ning's account. While operating it, he asked, "After adding me, will you stop coming to find me?"
Ji Ning blinked. How to put it... she really wouldn't need to come find him anymore.
Jiang Ting handed the phone back to Ji Ning. His long arm wrapped around her in a smooth motion, pulling her close against his chest. "Give me a kiss before you go."
Before Ji Ning could even react, his slightly cool thin lips had captured hers.
This man seemed to have gotten a little addicted after giving away his first kiss; he was more earnest than anyone when it came to kissing. Ji Ning felt her tongue being held and licked by him as if it were a hard candy, the sensation gradually stealing her soul away.
Jiang Ting's kiss carried a hint of cool mint and tobacco, lingering at the tip of Ji Ning's nose, as if he could transfer the nicotine to her, dragging her along into addiction and depravity.
He said just one kiss, but as they kissed, his hands grew restless. They climbed to the twin peaks on Ji Ning's chest, kneading them until an involuntary, tiny nasal sound escaped her. "Mm~"
The man heard that moan, and the situation instantly escalated.
Jiang Ting's hand slid all the way down between her legs, reaching under her skirt. Through her panties, he rubbed and ground against Ji Ning's C-spot and her two plush lips.
In broad daylight, with only a clump of bamboo screening them, someone could walk by and discover them at any moment.
Ashamed and wanting to pull away, yet unable to part with the tingling pleasure his long fingers were kneading out of her, Ji Ning leaned in his arms, half resisting, half dependent. She closed her eyes and panted, suppressing her breaths.
Jiang Ting had already felt the dampness seeping through her panties, but her legs were clamped a little too tight, making it hard even for his hand to move properly.
So he switched fronts. He reached for Ji Ning's chest and began unbuttoning her top.
After pulling aside her lapels, Jiang Ting saw the dotted red marks on her fair skin. The desire-hazed mist in his eyes instantly cleared, all warmth dissipating.
Ji Ning sensed Jiang Ting watching her and stopping. Only then did she abruptly remember what kind of lewd scene was hidden beneath her clothes.
Flustered, she gathered her clothes and stood up to rush off. "I'm heading back to class."
An arm swept across her waist, and Ji Ning tumbled back into Jiang Ting's embrace.
Jiang Ting held her from behind, his hand reaching into her clothes and trailing across the chaotic hickeys. His voice betrayed no emotion. "Who kissed these?"
Ji Ning: ...This was absolutely not a thing to mention.
Seeing her silence, Jiang Ting knew the answer was the one he least wanted to hear.
His hand continued downward, plunging into her bra to knead the soft flesh of her breasts with great force, massaging until Ji Ning's breathing was in chaos. Then he leaned by her ear and said, "Save the school anniversary night for me, okay?"
Ji Ning both loved and feared Jiang Ting. She gulped, nodded, and agreed very readily. "Okay, okay, okay."
Then, she twisted her body around and, like soothing a ruffled cat, cupped Jiang Ting's cold and sullen face and gave him a kiss, trying to cheer him up. "Then will you wear that black shirt for me that day?"
Sure enough, the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth twitched slightly upward. He lifted his raven-feather lashes, and a trace of a smile flickered in his pitch-black pupils.
He said nothing, which meant acquiescence.
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