The Evolution of Little Milk Dog

It was a muggy day in June.Liao Han tugged at his neckline, hoping to let in a little cool breeze.

"Phew, thank you for your hard work. You have to stay here to help the teacher in this weather. You must want to go home after the exam, right?"

The boy behind him shook his head quickly: "No, no, I want to help the teacher a little bit."

"Haha, the class representative is really dedicated."

He Xilai blushed and retorted softly: "No, no."

Liao Han nodded: "Yes, come on, just put the test paper here. You go back, if you don't go back, your parents should be worried."

He Xilai lowered his head and hugged the paper tightly in his arms, Liao Han looked at him suspiciously.

He Xilai said in a low voice, "Teacher, I came here to help, not because of my duty as a class representative."

Liao Han looked at him and patiently waited for him to finish speaking.

He Xilai: "Teacher, I like you."

The relaxed smile on Liao Han's face suddenly disappeared.

He Xilai looked up at him in a panic: "Teacher, I'm serious." A blush appeared on his fair face, as red as the pennant hanging on the wall behind him.

He looked at Liao Han seriously with moist eyes, stubborn and cute.

Liao Han said helplessly: "Stop joking with the teacher, go home quickly."

He Xilai: "I'm not joking!"

His suddenly raised volume startled Liao Han.

He Xilai eagerly explained: "Teacher, I really like you. It has been two years since the first year of high school!"

Liao Han: "He Xilai, you are still young, and you don't understand the relationship. You mistook worship for liking. When you meet..."

He Xilai: "Teacher!" He interrupted Liao Han loudly, blushing and said, "I'm not a child anymore, I know if I really love you, why doesn't the teacher believe me?"

Liao Han: "Okay, even if you really like me, how long can you keep this feeling? The teacher is old and doesn't have the energy to play love games with you."

He Xilai: "Teacher, I will love you forever!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be taken aback by his blunt words, and looked at Liao Han nervously with moist eyes.

Liao Han's heart skipped a beat, he turned his head uncomfortably and said, "That's not okay either."

"why?"

"Because the teacher doesn't like you."

Liao Han shrugged helplessly.

He Xilai was stunned for a moment, tears began to roll in his eyes.

Liao Han: "Hey, don't cry." He scratched his head with a headache, "Oh, what's so good about the teacher, he's so much older than you, and he looks average, what do you like about the teacher?"

"The teacher can't say that about himself! The teacher is obviously good everywhere."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay, you go back first? Huh? If you don't go back, your parents will be worried to death."

"Teacher...can't you promise me?" He said depressedly.

"Of course not, just focus on your studies."

He Xilai nodded silently and left.

The long summer vacation has begun, and Liao Han hopes that the separation of these two months will make He Xilai understand not to waste time on uncles like him.

Anyway, he can be regarded as a teacher, even if he encounters this kind of situation casually, he still has to act like a teacher.

He Xilai was immature, so he, the teacher, had to check him out.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye.

He was taken aback when he saw He Xilai.

He Xilai's hair was cut short, and he looked clean and fresh. He was already delicate, so his entire face was exposed.

The slightly longer hair before made him somewhat feminine, which makes him more heroic.

He Xilai was greeting his classmates with an unmistakable smile on his face.

Young people's emotions always come and forget quickly, and now he can't see the sad look when he rejected him at that time.

Liao Han was more or less relieved.

He Xilai suddenly took a look here, and met Liao Han unexpectedly.

Liao Han smiled at him, and He Xilai blushed and turned his eyes away.

The smile on Liao Han's face faded.

If it was in the past, he would still feel emotional, He Xilai is really easy to be shy.

Not only does she look like a little girl, but she also has a personality like a little girl.

Now he can't laugh anymore, He Xilai has always been so obvious, but he has never noticed.

The kid was only extraordinarily shy with him.

Liao Han: "Okay, students, get to your seats and do your homework. Pass the homework to the first row, and the class representative will collect it and send it to the office."

There was a low-pitched wailing sound from below, occasionally interspersed with a few words, "Lend me to copy."

Liao Han sighed in his heart, how could he finish copying homework for a summer vacation in just a few minutes.

I have to talk to them again after class.

Liao Han: "The class representative will send homework first, and other students will clean the classroom."

Students: "Hey?! Why didn't the teacher clean up first and then collect the homework?"

Liao Han smiled and said, "To prevent you from copying."

All of a sudden, there was a lot of grief underneath.

Liao Han: "Okay, the homework is handed in, so let's concentrate on cleaning."

He leaned on the podium with one corner of his mouth hooked, his shirt was slightly torn apart by his pressed neckline, revealing a clear collarbone.

He is an ordinary-looking person, and he often wears a pair of black-framed glasses. His appearance alone can't attract anyone's interest.

But there is always something good about being alone.

Liao Han has a good figure. He is 180 meters tall. He is neither fat nor thin. He is evenly covered with thin muscles. His legs are long and straight, but his waistline draws a beautiful arc. Hold on, his skin is fair and delicate, he looks like he is only in his early twenties, but in fact he is already 28 this year.

The clavicle protruding from the dark blue shirt reveals a little secret sex appeal.

He Xilai's eyes fell on it and he couldn't move away.

"Xialai? Why didn't you leave?"

The representative of the Chinese class behind He Xilai asked suspiciously.

He Xilai came to his senses, "Ah, it's okay, let's go."