On that planet, Zhao Tianhao was an orphan. Having experienced the harsh realities of life, he thought his heart had long since grown cold and indifferent. Unexpectedly, in this world, a single sentence shattered his defenses.
Zhao Tianhao held Song Qian tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very being.
Song Qian felt Zhao Tianhao's actions and tightened her arms in return.
The result was that Zhao Tianhao became aroused again. Song Qian's full breasts pressed against Zhao Tianhao's body, making him feel a ticklish sensation. He longed to roughly knead them.
Yes, even in this emotional moment, it couldn't change the fact that the woman in Zhao Tianhao's arms was a mature woman with undiminished charm.
Song Qian felt it too, lightly spitting out a puff of tea, and said shyly, "You little rascal, you've grown up."
After separating, Zhao Tianhao felt awkward. Unfortunately, unless he was impotent, he couldn't really blame her; the mature woman was simply too alluring.
Zhao Tianhao thought to himself, trying to justify himself.
"What are you doing here? Did you come back to see me?" Song Qian changed the subject.
"Yeah, I missed you, Sister Qian, so I came to see you," Zhao Tianhao said.
"I don't believe you! If I hadn't recognized you just now, you wouldn't have recognized me either," Song Qian said, looking incredulous.
"Really, it's just that you're getting more and more beautiful, Sister Qian. I was afraid to recognize you, afraid of mistaking you for someone else, otherwise it would be so embarrassing," Zhao Tianhao explained.
"Smooth talker," Song Qian laughed happily.
Although she knew Zhao Tianhao was just trying to make her happy, she didn't know why hearing from him that she was getting more and more beautiful made her inexplicably happy.
After saying that, Song Qian continued to Zhao Tianhao, "Come on, let's go upstairs. We'll eat at home tonight. I'll show you my cooking."
"Okay, it's been so long since I've tasted Sister Qian's cooking," Zhao Tianhao said without ceremony, picking up the bag that Song Qian had dropped on the ground.
The bag contained groceries Song Qian had bought at the supermarket, presumably for Qiao Yingzi. After taking the elevator upstairs, Song Qian opened the door and said to Zhao Tianhao, "Wait a moment, I'll get you some slippers."
Zhao Tianhao looked at the customer slippers on the shelf with a puzzled expression. These were the slippers, weren't they?
Song Qian quickly brought out a pair of men's slippers, seemingly just unpacked, and placed them in front of Zhao Tianhao. "Try them on and see if they fit."
Zhao Tianhao assumed they were old slippers he'd bought for Qiao Weidong and didn't care; they were new anyway.
After changing, the size was perfect, and he said to Song Qian, "They fit perfectly."
"Looks like my judgment was right. When you were in high school, I thought you were already quite tall, and that you wouldn't grow much taller in college, so when I bought these slippers, they were two sizes bigger than your high school feet," Song Qian said, looking at the slippers on Zhao Tianhao's feet.
Zhao Tianhao instantly understood; she had been waiting for him to come back. Zhao Tianhao was deeply moved. Suppressing his emotions, he changed the subject, asking, "Hasn't Yingzi come back yet?"
When Zhao Tianhao was in high school, Qiao Yingzi was still in elementary school. Back then, she was very attached to Zhao Tianhao, her older brother, and often followed him around.
Looking back now, perhaps because there was a man in the family, even if he was a boy and an older brother, Qiao Yingzi probably experienced that feeling of being cared for by Zhao Tianhao—a feeling that wasn't quite understood as a father figure or an older brother figure.
"get out of class should be over soon. Yingzi should be very happy to see you," Song Qian said with a smile, looking at Zhao Tianhao.
Song Qian then added, "Make yourself at home. I'll go cook." She picked up the groceries Zhao Tianhao had placed nearby and went to the kitchen.
Zhao Tianhao began to observe the room. It was a three-bedroom apartment. From his memories, he knew that he had even lived here when he was in high school.
Seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar environment, Zhao Tianhao was filled with mixed emotions.
It felt familiar because he had seen this scene in a TV drama, but unfamiliar because he was experiencing it firsthand.
Zhao Tianhao entered Qiao Yingzi's room and touched the soundproof wall Song Qian had installed. For some reason, he suddenly imagined Yingzi inside, desperately calling for help. *Ahem*, he was overthinking things.
He glanced at Qiao Yingzi's exam paper on the table. Although it was high school material, Zhao Tianhao had forgotten most of it.
However, a quick review wouldn't be a problem for him.
After looking at Qiao Yingzi's room, Zhao Tianhao came out and saw Song Qian's room right next door. He was very curious about what it looked like.
As if possessed, Zhao Tianhao pushed open the door and went in.
The room was very tidy, clearly always being cleaned; even the sheets were spotless. Not a single wrinkle.
However, the only slightly unsightly thing was the clothes on the nearby chair, which marred the otherwise tidy environment.
Without thinking, Zhao Tianhao walked over and picked up the clothes to put them in the closet, only to find them incredibly smooth to the touch.
It turned out there were not only short-sleeved shirts and pants, but also lace-trimmed underwear. Zhao Tianhao was stunned. He hadn't expected the seemingly serious, rigid, and strict teacher, Song Qian, to have this side to her. Appearances can be deceiving.
"So sexy," Zhao Tianhao thought to himself. His arousal returned.
While Zhao Tianhao was still lost in thought, holding the clothes, Song Qian walked in unnoticed. Seeing him staring blankly at her underwear, she was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.
Before going grocery shopping, Song Qian had taken a shower. Checking the time, she worried that if she went late, the supermarket vegetables wouldn't be fresh, so she hadn't had time to pack. After all, who would have thought someone would come today, and into her house no less?
Song Qian cried out, quickly snatching the clothes from Zhao Tianhao's hands and pushing him out.
"Sister Qian, it's not what you think, I..."
Zhao Tianhao, fearing Song Qian would misunderstand and think he was doing something indecent with her clothes, anxiously tried to explain. But how could he explain such a thing clearly?
"Don't say anything," Song Qian said, pushing Zhao Tianhao out, closing the door, quickly putting the clothes in the closet, and then sitting on the bed, forcing herself to calm down.
For some reason, for reasons she couldn't explain, Song Qian felt no anger at all. Even her daughter, Qiao Yingzi, didn't know she wore such embarrassing clothes.
She never expected Zhao Tianhao to find out.
Song Qian didn't know what was wrong with her, so she forced herself not to think about it, silently repeating to herself, "Haohao didn't mean it, Haohao didn't mean it."
After calming down, Song Qian opened the door and walked out, asking Zhao Tianhao as if nothing had happened, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
After a moment of embarrassment, Zhao Tianhao felt indifferent. The worst that could happen was a scolding, which he accepted.
As long as he could get along with Song Qian, he didn't care if he got scolded.
Unexpectedly, Song Qian chose to let it go. Zhao Tianhao naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to bring it up again, replying, "I love anything Sister Qian makes."
"Wow, you used to be such an honest kid, how come you're so good at talking now? Looks like you've been flirting with a lot of girls in college. No wonder you haven't come back to visit your old teacher," Song Qian said affectedly.
"Look at you, you'd look perfectly natural in college. Besides, how could a young girl compare to you? In my heart, you'll always be 18!" Zhao Tianhao showered Song Qian with compliments.
"You silly girl, it's not that exaggerated. I'm old and faded, why bother with all that 'you'? Do you still care about that with me?" Song Qian was very pleased with Zhao Tianhao's praise, her lips curving into a wide grin.
However, she still wouldn't admit it.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, my dear Sister Qian," Zhao Tianhao's words were influenced by his environment in the capital.
"Alright, I'll go cook. You can watch TV for a while," Song Qian turned on the TV for Zhao Tianhao, then went to the refrigerator to get him a drink, saying, "It's a bit cold, drink less. I'll make you some soup later."
Mainly, Song Qian was worried that Zhao Tianhao would be thirsty, but there was no hot water in the kettle.
"Okay, thank you, Sister," Zhao Tianhao smiled.