Chapter 110 What comes after artificial respiration?

When the sound of water splashed, Droste came back to his senses and tightened his shirt.

It was a nice morning, but why did I feel a little drafty and a chill spread all over my body?

Weird.

After turning on the faucet, Teacher Ilinal shook the water off her hands and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Perhaps she had seen what Droste was doing, so Teacher Irinaer gently covered her mouth and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you cold?"

"Fortunately, if the teacher hadn't been so anxious, maybe it wouldn't have been cold."

Droste said unhappily.

But if he were to ask himself honestly, after what Teacher Xiaolan had done, Droste didn't seem to be so anxious or hurried anymore.

"Are you blaming me, Drost-san? You're so cute~"

Teacher Ilinal walked slowly beside Droste, put her hands around his head, and her fingernails, with a hint of coolness, slid across Droste's cheek.

"The teacher worked so hard just now, is Droste still going to blame me?"

Teacher Ilinal blinked and pointed to her lips.

The bright lipstick was just applied in the bathroom. The lips are rosy and shiny, and the breath she exhales seems to be fragrant.

"Of course not...Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Irina."

Droste looked at his nose and adjusted the buttons of his shirt.

"Then, teacher, would you mind listening to my troubles now? After all, I don't think you remember anything I said just now."

"Of course, no problem. I love listening to Drost-san's troubles. Sometimes... he talks a lot."

Teacher Ilinar grabbed Droste's hand, gently pulled him up, and then pushed him onto the bed.

The soft mattress of the hospital bed had a faint smell of disinfectant.

Droste then remembered that Teacher Ilinal had the same smell, which was slightly pungent, yet gave off a very clean and neat feeling.

No! Why did I fall down again?

Until my head rested on the comfortable pillow, I could smell the faint smell of disinfectant, but it was not so obvious. Instead, it was the faint smell of laundry detergent.

Before he could take a closer look, Teacher Ilinal came over and covered Droste like a white coat blanket.

"Teacher Irina...didn't you say you would listen to me..."

The thick and heavy weight made it difficult for Droste to speak clearly, and a muffled sound came out of his throat.

Seeing Droste frowning slightly, she just smiled.

A pair of slightly cold hands reached into the other's shirt collar and drew circles on Droste's abdominal muscles and chest.

"Yes, teacher, I am listening to you, but I didn't tell you how to listen. I can listen now, right?"

The falling hair gently swept across Droste's cheek, and Teacher Xiaolan's delicate face looked very attractive.

She smiled slyly, revealing four perfect white teeth.

"Uh...huh..."

As the pressure on his chest increased, Droste's breathing gradually became rapid.

"Teacher is really cunning. Is he determined to take advantage of me?"

Droste no longer thought about the messy things in his mind. A strange urge was uncontrollably gushing out from his heart.

"Of course, Drost-san is not convinced... well—"

Before Teacher Ilinal could finish her words, she was turned over by the remaining Droste students.

The scattered hair lay flat on the white sheets.

Drost looked at Teacher Irinale with a sharp gaze and curled his lips slightly. "You must be unconvinced. Teacher Irinale, are you challenging me?"

Seeing her young lover being so proactive, Teacher Ilinar also smiled slightly.

She thought to herself that her teasing was successful. Looking at Droste's slightly rapid breathing, some of it blowing on her cheeks. The faint orange scent made her unable to suppress her inner impulse.

"Challenge? What does Drost-san want to challenge?"

Her rosy lips were slightly parted, and her breath was as sweet as orchid.

Teacher Ilinar's willow-like eyes were narrow and long, which touched Droste's heart.

"Hmm..." Droste hesitated for a while, then said, "In that case, let the teacher check my recent physical condition. Didn't the teacher say that I was obsessed?"

Droste's face moved slightly closer to Teacher Ilinal's body, and the two people's heartbeats seemed to overlap at this moment.

"But before that... Teacher Irina, please review the knowledge of artificial respiration for me..."

Hearing this, Teacher Irinale also smiled, a faint blush appeared on her delicate cheeks, and she spoke.

"Droste-san is really not serious. This is just for this time. You won't have so many opportunities to make up for it next time."

As she spoke, Teacher Irinaer stretched out her hand and very bravely grabbed Drost's neck, and the two of them fell onto the white sheets.

A pair of soft lips directly blocked Droste's lips. The rich fragrance of Teacher Xiaolan, accompanied by the faint smell of disinfectant, filled Droste's nostrils.

At this moment, Droste seemed to remember Isabel.

It seems that there was no such tender kiss between Isabel and me, which is a pity.

It seems that next time I want to find a wife, I need to make up for my mistakes. I can't do things like polishing the holy sword purely because of the effect of the secret medicine.

But neglected the previous scenes.

It's a pity.

"hiss……"

As he was thinking, Droste suddenly groaned in pain as his lips were bitten by Teacher Ilinal.

"I agreed to teach you artificial respiration. Please don't be distracted, okay, student Droste?" Teacher Xiaolan glared at him, tenderness flowing in her beautiful eyes.

Then he slowly opened his mouth and gently licked Drost-san's cheek.

"Come on! Help the teacher unbutton this white coat."

Teacher Irinaer held up her slender neck, feeling Droste's hand slowly reaching out, and then gently helped him remove the burden of his white coat.

"How is it? Doesn't the teacher smell really good? It's really nice."

"Yes."

Teacher Ilinar even felt a little dizzy as she greedily tasted the boy's taste on Droste's lips.

"Then why are you still standing there?" His lips were slightly parted, and the hot breath he exhaled was a little breathy.

“Now it’s time to learn something new…”

"What knowledge?"

Droste, who was a little busy due to the impatient and impulsive kiss from Teacher Ilinal, asked.

"After artificial respiration, what knowledge do you say?"

Teacher Ilinal glanced at him unhappily, then reached out and pushed it away.

His whole body shook, and the simple suit buttons popped open.

"After artificial respiration, of course, it's cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

　It’s a little late today, thank you all for your monthly ticket recommendations!
　　Irelia's Sword Dance book friend! There is also one with a name x, but I really can't type that word, woo!

　　
　
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