Teacher

She gently pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Two buttons of her snow-white shirt collar were undone, revealing delicate collarbones. The black narrow skirt tightly hugged her hip line, and her long, slender legs were crossed at the edge of the lectern, the tips of her leather shoes faintly visible. The dim, yellowish light of the classroom fell on her, gentle yet ascetic. She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, resembling the beautiful teacher who was both loved and feared, forever in control of the entire class.

Xing Zhi Chi Chi