At three in the morning, the night sky was pitch-black, yet Xu Jingming's bedroom was brightly lit.
On the large, soft white bed, Ling Shuang lay limp and naked.
A trace of post-passion satisfaction seemed to linger on her seductive face, marked by a tear mole.
Only after quite a while did Ling Shuang recover enough strength to snuggle against Xu Jingming's broad chest.
Xu Jingming wrapped an arm around her, his large hand roaming freely as he felt the softness of her delicate body.
"Jingming, you noticed it too, didn't you?
Xia Lan actually has feelings for you. If you like her too, I really wouldn't mind."
Ling Shuang looped her arms around Xu Jingming's neck, her snowy, full breasts pressed almost completely against his chest.
"Xia Lan? I'm not interested in her." Xu Jingming shook his head.
Although Xia Lan was beautiful, aside from their time in Myanmar, they had barely interacted. He couldn't say he liked her.
"Really? I thought you'd be into the master-disciple dynamic."
Ling Shuang blinked her clear, large eyes and feigned surprise.
"Master-disciple? Where did you learn such filthy nonsense?" Xu Jingming's face darkened as he reached out and gave her a firm smack.
Ling Shuang immediately let out a soft cry, her delicate body trembling as she said, "Chu Xuan taught me all that."
"Chu Xuan?"
Xu Jingming raised an eyebrow. "Looks like I'll have to properly teach her a lesson next time I go back."
Teacher Ling had once been such an innocent person, yet she had been led astray.
"Why did you suddenly bring this up?" Xu Jingming asked, puzzled.
"Nothing. I just thought Xia Lan's expression seemed a little off today, so I wanted to ask."
Ling Shuang replied somewhat guiltily.
She was lying.
In truth, she had realized