After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Oh, it's a man.

At the end of the lesson, he was serious about letting Yange go to his office.

Yan Ge went to the language teacher's office with the concerns of the study committee members.

"Why didn't you come to class last week?"

"I'm sick, so I took leave." In fact, the men who are the host are worried that the host will damage the small body, so they ask the host for leave.

The Chinese teacher didn't speak, and her eyes stared at Yange quietly: "Come here, the teacher will help you make up for the missing class."

Yange has no doubt about him. To be precise, it is the simple host who has no doubt about him. He thanked the Korean language teacher who thanked him for his tears.

Yange was about to sit on the chair across the desk, and the language teacher pointed to his own leg: "How can I counsel when you are so far away, come over and sit on my leg."

Yan Ge's face was reddish slightly, and her watery eyes were timid to the language teacher, and her voice was: "So, this is not good."

The Chinese teacher still looked serious: "What's wrong, the teacher's tutoring the students to do their homework is their duty."

Yan Ge's body was completely out of control. She took a small step to the Chinese teacher and sat weakly on the teacher's leg.

The Chinese teacher put her hands on the books on the table, which almost equaled her in her arms.

Words of Song: ...

She could feel the third leg of the Chinese teacher.

This special God counsels.

This is called 猥 /// obscene!