Quickly wear: The male protagonist Jue Si is manipulated by a pregnant Jiaojiao

"I want to kiss the professor."

Words so straightforward that they make people blush and their hearts beat faster.

But the little zombie in front of me will never know what shyness is.

When she was about to kiss him, Ji Yuan tilted his head slightly.

Nanzhi didn't get the kiss and pouted her lips in dissatisfaction.

"I want to check your academic performance." Ji Yuan looked at her with a smile on his lips. "If you pass, I'll let you kiss me."

When Nanzhi heard this, he immediately jumped off him properly and saluted him: "Professor, please ask questions."

That serious look is so cute that it's unfair.

She was wearing a belted skirt today, and Ji Yuan hooked her belt and brought her into his arms.

"Don't be so serious."

His long, distinct fingers easily untied her belt, looking very serious.

"Come on, put your hands up."

Nanzhi cooperated by raising her hand.

Then she looked at him puzzledly as he took off his skirt: "Professor, does this have anything to do with the question?"

"Of course." There was nothing wrong with Ji Yuan's voice.

Nanzhi just watched him put her belt around her wrist and finally fastened it.

Does this also have to do with the question?

She didn't really understand, so she just stood there obediently.

It was indeed related to the question, because Nanzhi saw Ji Yuan brought a brush.

Strangely, he did not dip it in ink, but in water.

He didn't let her look at him, and made her lie on the table with her back to him.

My back felt itchy because he was writing on it.

Nanzhi was so itchy that she couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh, be serious."

His deep voice came from behind him.

Nanzhi felt that he was a bit contradictory. Sometimes he didn't want to be serious, but sometimes he wanted to be serious.

She tried her best not to laugh out loud, feeling the words he traced on it.

"What word did I write?"

Nanzhi recalled carefully and shook his head, "I don't know."

She was just trying not to laugh.

Ji Yuan held her waist, his warm breath sprayed in her ears, "If you are not serious, I will punish you."

"How to punish?" Nanzhi suddenly became nervous.

Ji Yuan looked at her uneasy eyes, a low smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he kissed her beautiful and smooth back.

Nanzhi felt an even more unbearable itch. Her breathing suddenly became heavier and she couldn't help moaning...

Nanzhi's IQ has improved a lot, but her nature is still simple.

She didn't understand Ji Yuan's desire for him. It was the first time she kissed him, and she couldn't control her heartbeat.

He loved her not only because she protected him several times, but also because there were already signs of it.

Ji Yuan had always restrained himself before.

I don't want to bully her before she knows anything.

But now that the matter is done, he can only teach her what love is step by step.

She almost lay down on the table, her long black hair swaying charmingly. The air was humid, and there seemed to be the sound of gurgling water.

His voice was unusually hoarse. "Repeat what I'm going to say next."

Nanzhi put her face on the table and hummed like a sob.

Ji Yuan's eyes were as dark as ink: "I like Ji Yuan."

Nanzhi repeated: "I like Ji Yuan."

"I will always love Ji Yuan."

Nanzhi panted lightly before following his rhythm: "I will always love Ji Yuan." "Good girl." Ji Yuan was very satisfied. He kissed her round shoulders, picked her up and turned her to face him, and sat on a chair beside her.

Nanzhi also sat down like this. Her hands were still tied with the belt. Her wrists were red because of her subconscious struggle. She couldn't help but groan, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or for some other reason.

Ji Yuan untied the strap and continued to teach her: "Put it on my shoulders."

Nanzhi obediently obeyed.

"Great." He stroked her rosy face softly with his fair fingers as if he was praising a primary school student. He paused for a moment when he saw that her pupils were not as gray as before.

He leaned forward and held her lips, kissing her deeply, then he moved away: "Do you like this?"

"I... like it."

The voice is soft, like a cat's.

Ji Yuan kissed her collarbone. His fingertips were rough from years of holding guns and scalpels. When he passed a certain point, Nanzhi's breathing became heavier.

"What did I teach you just now?" Ji Yuan pinched her waist tightly with his big hand, veins popping out, "Repeat it again, let me see if you can remember it well?"

Nanzhi could only distract herself from thinking, but as soon as she started thinking, Ji Yuan became unhappy. She felt so "uncomfortable" that she couldn't help but scratch his shoulder.

"On your shoulders?"

"That's not it." Ji Yuan's movements were a bit fierce.

Nanzhi sobbed and continued to think: "I like... like Ji Yuan?"

"Yeah." Ji Yuan kissed the back of her hand in appreciation, "There's one more sentence."

Nanzhi's voice was intermittent: "I will always love... love Ji Yuan?"

"Yes." Ji Yuan smiled with satisfaction, "Always remember these two sentences."

"Okay... okay." Nanzhi almost leaned on his shoulder.

Ji Yuan asked her to repeat it several times.

In the end he was satisfied that she had remembered it all.

After it was over, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her hands. She closed her eyes and lay exhausted in his arms.

Ji Yuan carried her to take a shower. When they were at the bathroom door, he heard her ask in a daze: "Professor, who is Ji Yuan? Why should I love him forever?"

Ji Yuan: ...

He taught in vain.

He put her in the bathtub and ran warm water for her. The shower gel was gone, so he went out to get it, and he didn't hear what Nanzhi said unconsciously later.

"Well, I remember now. Ji Yuan is a professor. I love professors so much..."

The fighter planes outside were circling continuously. Seeing that Ji Ting and others had not come out yet, the captain leading the fighter planes was afraid of an accident, so he took out the loudspeaker and started shouting.

Nanzhi had finished washing and fell asleep tiredly in Ji Yuan's room.

Ji Yuan was on the first floor, watching Nanzhi practice calligraphy.

He had good learning ability and his handwriting was quite neat, so he gave it a 100 with a red pen, and drew a sleeping kitten on the back.

Ji Yuan smiled more and more frequently, but before he could be happy enough, the doorbell rang.

Ji Yuan walked out and listened to the person who came to report to him what the fighter captain had said.

In fact, Ji Yuan could guess what they were saying without even listening.

The only solution is to release Ji Ting, or else the base will be bombed.

Ji Yuan made a phone call.

“Is it ready?”

"Okay, Professor Ji."

Ten minutes later, Ji Yuan saw a leather headgear that looked exactly like Ji Ting in the laboratory. It was a one-to-one replica of Ji Yuan's appearance made using an AI machine based on an electronic scan.

Wearing Ji Ting's clothes and putting on a hood, Ji Yuan looks exactly like Ji Ting, but this alone cannot fool the fighter planes outside.

So he asked someone to bring Jian Yihan over.

When Jian Yihan saw him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

They are so similar that if you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart.

"What do you want to do?"

Ji Yuan drank his tea nonchalantly: "Of course I will cooperate with you."

(End of this chapter)