Chapter 615: A Different Teacher Freya
Chapter 616: Props
While contemplating, Ye Li Dongjun turned his head to look at the three people not far away.
Freya’s wine-red fishtail evening gown was noble and elegant, catching the eye.
Ye Li Dongjun smiled lightly, “Little Ya, this dress really suits you.”
Freya’s expression was calm, her crimson beautiful eyes indifferent, “After the birthday banquet, hurry up and deal with that evil disciple Xia Feng. I plan to report to the First Area tomorrow and don’t want any more unexpected incidents on the way.”
“Naturally, dealing with that evil disciple is not difficult.”
Ye Li Dongjun nodded with a smile, then looked at Xia Feng, who was respectfully standing behind Freya, and said softly:
“Before the birthday banquet ends, I want to see the Four Seasons system of Gardenia Garden operating again. Can you do it.”
Xia Feng respectfully lowered his head, his right hand on his abdomen, and bowed slightly, “Mr. Dong Jun, rest assured.”
His current identity was an officer of the Yama Legion and the son-in-law of the Ye Li Royal Family. He had met Ye Li Dongjun several times.
His Spirit artifact was [N-level·Flower Farmer God’s Hand].
As long as the Amount of Spirit Particles was sufficient, it could make a region experience four seasons, and at the same time, it would mutate and evolve the flowers in that area into various beautiful forms and emit various pleasant fragrances.
However, it could only be used on common flowers and not on Spiritual Material.
But its practicality in daily life was actually not low.
Ye Li Dongjun’s Gardenia Garden was created by the Flower Farmer God’s Hand.
According to the plan, Jian Xin secretly sabotaged the Four Seasons system of Gardenia Garden, creating a reason for Xia Feng to enter this place in disguise.
“There are quite a few distinguished guests tonight. Leya, let’s go,” the young man in the wheelchair said with a smile.
“The banquet hasn’t started yet.”
Freya walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, gazing at the starry night sky, and said softly, “You go first. I’ll come when it’s time.”
Seeing this, Ye Li Dongjun didn’t say anything more. He knew that Little Ya disliked this kind of aristocratic social occasion and was used to her aloof attitude that kept people at a distance.
However, he wasn’t angry. After all, once tonight’s matter was settled, Freya would truly feel his love.
“Then you rest well,” Ye Li Dongjun said gently, showing concern, and then, pushed by Jian Xin in the wheelchair, he headed towards the door.
Xia Feng respectfully lowered his head and stepped aside.
Only when the wheelchair rolled out of the tall gate did he raise his head. Jian Xin happened to turn her head, her phoenix eyes staring at him quietly, while slowly closing the silver double doors.
Xia Feng activated the Eye of Deconstruction and continued to watch the young man in the wheelchair disappear into the depths of the corridor’s darkness.
“Drip—drip—”
The slender high heels made a crisp sound on the ground. Xia Feng turned around.
Freya stepped onto the small gravel path and walked slowly towards the depths of the garden, saying softly:
“Follow me.”
Xia Feng was confused but still followed silently.
The wine-red fishtail long skirt accentuated her figure, cinching Teacher Freya’s snake-like waist and extending to a full, rounded hip, full of elasticity.
“Drip—” The high heels suddenly stopped.
Xia Feng quietly averted his gaze.
The slender high heels then continued to move forward.
Her steps were elegant, and the narrow fishtail skirt with a side slit dragged on the gravel path. Under the wine-red fabric, her slender, fair long legs were Dimly visible.
It had to be said, this Gardenia Garden was quite large.
After walking for a long time, pushing aside the leaves, the path ahead opened up.
It looked like a luxurious living room nested within the forest and flowers.
There were classical European sofas, a coffee table, a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and a recessed fireplace with a quiet, burning fire.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window was a semi-circular platform, on which stood a dark and noble high-backed chair.
It looked like a throne. Xia Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, glanced at the throne, and looked down to see the bustling banquet hall. Jian Xin was pushing Ye Li Dongjun into the hall.
Everyone around bowed respectfully.
Xia Feng withdrew his gaze and looked back at Freya.
Teacher Freya was already elegantly seated on the sofa, her long legs crossed under the slit red dress, her arms crossed, and her brows furrowed as she stared at Xia Feng.
Xia Feng blinked, “Teacher, why are you looking at me like that? Is there a flower on my face?”
“Change back to your original appearance. Your disguised look is awkward,” Freya pursed her lips.
“Oh, alright.” Xia Feng removed his disguise and returned to his original appearance.
The atmosphere, however, sank into a brief, dead silence.
Xia Feng stood not far from the sofa, silently meeting Freya’s cold and beautiful red eyes.
“Teacher, next…”
!
As Xia Feng spoke, Freya took out a photo and pushed it onto the coffee table, “According to the plan made by Ye Li Dongjun’s inner personality, when Ye Li Dongjun returns, he needs to see a scene similar to this.”
Xia Feng glanced at it.
It was a scene extracted from an unspeakable anime. The heroine was sitting on the hero’s lap with her legs apart, and the sofa and floor were covered in clear and white fluids.
However, the heroine was still covered by a blanket, and only her legs in a duck-sit position were visible.
Freya took out two test tubes containing clear and white fluids and placed them on the coffee table, “These are props for acting.”
Xia Feng glanced at them and stroked his chin, “Will he believe it like this?”
“If he doesn’t delve into the details, he should believe it at first glance,” Freya said softly.
“Mmm…”
Xia Feng responded lightly, and the atmosphere became quiet again.
The two fell into an eerie stare-down again.
Xia Feng blinked and pondered, “I don’t know when he’ll be back. Freya, why don’t we prepare ourselves first?”
“?” The woman in the wine-red fishtail skirt raised an eyebrow, displeased, “Don’t be so informal, call me Teacher!”
“Okay, Teacher.” Xia Feng walked straight forward.
Freya’s heart suddenly tightened, but her cold and beautiful little face remained unchanged. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
Xia Feng sat down beside Freya, then patted his thigh and said seriously, “Teacher, please sit on my lap.”
“…” Freya looked at Xia Feng’s serious expression, like a pure boy with black eyes acting as a gentleman.
As a teacher herself, she kept her composure, stood up, bent over, and casually tore open the fabric of her skirt, which was slit to her knee, all the way up to her thigh.
As she bent over, the full curve of her red skirt tightened against her, attracting attention, directly in front of Xia Feng.
Xia Feng didn’t avoid her gaze; he just stared silently.
After tearing the slit, Freya turned around, her beautiful eyes looking down at the student in front of her. Her wine-red hair was piled high with a black crystal jade hairpin, and her indifferent temperament remained noble and elegant.
Xia Feng looked up, admiring the woman’s attire up close, “Teacher Freya, this outfit of yours is indeed different from the fierce feeling when you wear a martial arts uniform.”
“What, do you think this outfit is more beautiful today?”
“How could that be,” Xia Feng shook his head and said seriously, “Teacher Freya, you were always beautiful, but today’s outfit shows your intellectual and elegant temperament even more.”
Freya knelt on the sofa, her long legs spread apart with her student’s thighs as the dividing line. She placed her delicate hands on Xia Feng’s shoulders and frowned, looking down at him.
“…So young, yet so glib!”
