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Join the ServerWhile Song Siyu was still lost in thought in the living room, Song Qinghuan gently tugged Lin Shishi’s slender, pale wrist.
The two of them tiptoed back to the room.
“Now—”
Song Qinghuan closed the door behind them, a playful smirk curving her lips. “It’s time for our lesson to begin.”
Lin Shishi blinked, her beautiful eyes wide with innocent confusion. “How do we give a lesson?”
“First, change your clothes.”
Song Qinghuan turned, pulling two pre-prepared outfits from the wardrobe. Her voice held a soft, coaxing tone.
“If you’re going to pretend to be a student, you need to look the part. And I, of course, will be your teacher.”
As she spoke, she gracefully slipped off her casual dress.
She changed into the ‘teacher’s uniform’: an off-white blouse, its collar slightly unbuttoned, paired with a black pencil mini-skirt. It clung tightly to her full curves, swaying enticingly with every step.
Donning this outfit, Song Qinghuan instantly transformed into a beautiful, mature female teacher.
Lin Shishi’s ‘student uniform’ was even more revealing.
It consisted of a light blue sailor top matched with a plaid micro-mini skirt, its length barely covering the lower edge of her hips.
“Don’t worry, there are no outsiders here.”
Song Qinghuan approached, her fingers gently brushing a soft strand of hair from Lin Shishi’s cheek. “Only Big Sister will see. Even if you don’t wear it… it’s perfectly fine, too. So, will you choose not to wear it, or will you put on this student uniform?”
Lin Shishi bit her lower lip.
She lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling, before finally accepting the clothes. “I’ll wear it.”
She turned her back, slowly sliding down her original dress.
Then, she clumsily pulled on the overly short student uniform.
Beneath the skirt, a pair of long, slender legs were fully revealed.
Her kneecaps were small and delicate, her calves smoothly contoured, and her ankles exquisitely fine. She wore no socks, her bare feet pressing against the wooden floor, her ten toes slightly curled and tinged with a faint pink.
Song Qinghuan watched her changing process with a deepening smile. “That’s right. This is precisely the teaching atmosphere we need. Only with the right ambiance can a clumsy junior like you truly learn.”
By the time Lin Shishi was dressed, Song Qinghuan had already set up a low table in the center of the room, looking quite serious. She then stood purposefully before the whiteboard—a board usually used for her schedule, but now serving as a genuine teaching prop.
Lin Shishi glanced around, unable to suppress a soft gasp of surprise.
Song Qinghuan’s room was like a treasure chest, filled with an array of props. Besides the whiteboard and low table, some objects she couldn’t even name were stacked in a corner.
It seemed that beyond a classroom, many strange and wonderful scenarios could be simulated right here.
“Alright, be good. Class is officially starting now.”
Song Qinghuan picked up a whiteboard marker. As she turned, her skirt swirled lightly, revealing a significant portion of her pale thighs.
She tried to compose her face, though the amusement in her eyes and the mischievous curve of her lips were impossible to hide.
“Today’s first idiom is ‘Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg.’ Lin Shishi, please stand up and tell me what this phrase means.”
Lin Shishi obediently stood.
The sailor top was slightly loose, yet it still hinted at the soft, delicate curves beneath. Her slender legs, joined together beneath the skirt, were slightly knock-kneed, appearing both reserved and innocent.
She tilted her head, pondering, her twin pigtails swaying gently with the movement. “Hmm… does it mean standing on one leg?”
“Pfft—”
Song Qinghuan finally burst into laughter. “It’s something close to that. Can you write these characters?”
“I can… but ‘rooster’ and ‘single’ are too complicated. I can’t write them.”
Lin Shishi frowned in distress, her pink lips slightly pouting.
“Watch carefully.”
Song Qinghuan turned and elegantly wrote four large characters on the whiteboard: ‘金雞獨立’.
Just then—
“Knock, knock, knock.” The door was tapped.
Both of them froze simultaneously.
The door was pushed open a crack, and Song Siyu peeked her head in.
Song Qinghuan inwardly cursed: ‘I forgot to lock the door!’
Song Siyu immediately spotted the scene inside: her daughter in a teacher’s skirt, and Lin Shishi in a revealing student uniform, both seriously engaged in a lesson before the whiteboard.
Her gaze swept over the four neatly written characters on the whiteboard, and she paused. “You two… are really having a lesson?”
“What else?”
Song Qinghuan quickly regained her composure, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Did you think we were playing some strange little game?”
“Alright, you carry on.”
Song Siyu smiled, yet her gaze lingered subtly on the two of them for a moment—especially on Lin Shishi’s excessively short skirt and her bare, jade-white feet.
She crooked a finger, signaling Song Qinghuan to approach.
As Song Qinghuan drew near, Song Siyu leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Remember to rest early. It’s about ‘learning through play, and teaching through fun,’ understand?”
“Learning through play… teaching through fun?”
Song Qinghuan softly repeated, not quite grasping it at first.
Song Siyu, however, offered a knowing smile, then turned and exited, gently closing the door behind her.
“…It seems Dad really understands!”
Song Qinghuan suddenly laughed aloud, a light of understanding flashing in her eyes.
Lin Shishi remained bewildered, gazing at her with wide, round eyes, her face a picture of confusion.
Song Qinghuan savored those eight words, the curve of her lips deepening.
She suddenly bent down and pulled something from a hidden compartment beneath the low table.
Lin Shishi gasped, shrinking back. “W-what is that?”
“Didn’t Dad say we should ‘learn through play’?”
Song Qinghuan’s smile turned utterly mischievous. “I think… I need to personally demonstrate what true ‘Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg’ means.”
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Downstairs in the living room, Song Siyu and Lu Wenli sat side-by-side on the sofa, watching television.
Vague sounds drifted down from the ceiling.
Lu Wenli looked up, a hint of confusion in her voice. “What’s going on up there?”
She started to reach for the fruit platter, as if to take some upstairs and investigate, but Song Siyu gently held her wrist.
“Don’t disturb them.”
Song Siyu’s gaze remained on the TV screen, but a faint smile played on her lips. “She’s really teaching Shishi idioms, you know.”
“Teaching idioms? This late at night, what kind of act is this?”
Lu Wenli’s cheeks flushed slightly.
“Who knows?”
Song Siyu stroked her chin, her smile deepening. “Perhaps, this is what you call… love. Only when you love someone do you force them to learn idioms with you!”
Lu Wenli immediately gave her a chiding glare, her eyes, however, held a soft, alluring quality. “Indeed, your Old Song family, from top to bottom, is full of eccentrics.”
“Pfft—”
Song Siyu chuckled, reaching out to embrace her wife’s slender waist, drawing her into her arms. “Being a little eccentric has its advantages. Otherwise… how would you have become my wife?”
“Hmph.”
Lu Wenli leaned softly against her shoulder, her fingertips lightly twirling a strand of Song Siyu’s long hair. “There are many ‘husband’ roles who are inherently gentle and feminine women, you know. Like Queen Dai Fanghua?”
“How do you know Queen Dai Fanghua is gentle on the inside?”
Song Siyu lowered her head, her nose gently brushing her wife’s reddened earlobe. “She looks gentle and elegant on the outside, but perhaps her heart is even more eccentric than mine.”
“Would you dare to say that out loud?”
Lu Wenli asked, looking up with a smile.
“Never, never.”
Song Siyu laughed too, her fingers gently caressing the soft curve of her wife’s waist. “Only when we’re at home.”
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