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June 28, 2023 at 1:36 PM

Oh no. But, work is work. I learned that the hard way and it is reasonable since you are hired for the work you can provide even if you are pregnant. Though slight mishaps are understandable, but if it continuously affects the company, consequences are expected.

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June 28, 2023 at 1:40 PM

Also, in addition to what I wrote, I haven’t been pregnant, but my mom was. Despite that, she still managed to get through her work. When I meant the hard way is when I continued to persist even when I was sick which led to many mistakes. It was better if I did not try to help at all.

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January 26, 2024 at 6:59 PM

Qi Yan's attitude towards self-pleasure is mature and great. There really shouldn't be so much abnormal guilt and shame placed on women's self-pleasure, it's simply a normal body reaction and a great-feeling one at that.

<h2 style="text-align: left;">Chapter 53: Educate</h2>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255The projector screen is very large, taking up half of the wall, and the room is very dark, only a crescent wall lamp is dimly lit, making the silhouette on the screen extremely clear. In the picture, two naked women are lying on the mat, teasing each other and very intimate. Lu Zhiqiao's scalp went numb, and she stared at the picture for a few seconds. The sound of kisses surrounded her ears, and she suddenly felt her cheeks feeling hot and her breathing became difficult. In a blink of an eye, she saw Qi Yan sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, wiping a small long object in her hand with a white cloth. She was wearing a wine red silk nightgown, her soft and long black hair was loose and flowing, and her fingers were slender and fair. At first glance, she looked quite enchanting and sexy under the dim light. The woman on the screen faded dully. Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips, her throat slipped, and her ears became hot. After wiping the strip, Qi Yan put it aside, threw away the white cloth, took another one, and picked up the small oval object beside her to continue wiping. There were all kinds of shapes scattered on the sofa, and when she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a shadow by the door out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head abruptly. Their eyes collided. One is surprised, the other is embarrassed. Qi Yan's eyes were calm, obviously belonging to the first. She curved the corners of her lips, slowly put down the wet wipes and small oval ball in her hand, touched the computer next to her, clicked pause, got up and walked over, her eyes were gentle: "When did you come in?" "...two or three minutes." Lu Zhiqiao was extremely embarrassed, regretting why she didn't knock on the door first, and quickly lowered her eyes, "I'll knock on the door in the future, and I'll return the key to you." She said and handed over the key, daring not to raise her eyes. Seeing her shy appearance, Qi Yan suddenly found it funny, but she was quite relieved in her heart, she just gave the key yesterday, and this person used it today, not being polite to her, it means that she listened to her words, and  accepted. They're not as awkward as before. Very nice. Only a fool would take the key back. She tilted her head and smiled. Her cold eyes were as bright as peach blossoms. She took the key but instead, she leaned over and unzipped Lu Zhiqiao's bag, stuffed it back, then grabbed Lu Zhiqiao's hand, and held it close and kissed it: "I will never take back what I send out. If you don't want it, just throw it away." "If you are not afraid of my house being burglarized." After finishing speaking, she turned on the headlights with a snap. The light was dim just now, so she couldn't see the specific situation clearly, but now the lights in the room are bright, Lu Zhiqiao's face is pink and peachy, and the tips of her ears are also red. She is charming and lovely.  She was so embarrassed that she couldn't avoid it, she quickly glanced at the projector screen, and said angrily, "How can you watch such things?" Qi Yan was startled, thinking she was shy, so she smiled: "Because it looks good, I like it." "Shameless." "What?" "This kind of thing is meaningless, something that shouldn't be put on film, shameful." Lu Zhiqiao glanced again, her face became redder, her brows were wrinkled, and her eyes showed contempt and rejection. The guilt lurking in her heart broke out, perhaps the shock she received was too sudden. She was flustered and at a loss, she felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, and she didn't know how to face her heart directly. She recalled some hazy memories, fragmented pictures flashed through her mind, most of them were in middle school, when she first fell in love, she only had shame in her memory. As if her secret was being pried into, she felt ashamed, feeling as if a sharp knife is cutting her heart, she turned around to leave immediately. Qi Yan grabbed her hand and exerted a little force, pulling her into her arms all at once. "Let go…" Lu Zhiqiao struggled violently, her breathing was a little short, as if she was getting strangled and couldn't breathe. She reacted so strongly, Qi Yan was surprised at first, but then felt that this matter might not be simple, so she tightened her grip on her and comforted her softly: "Okay, I won't watch them anymore, calm down first." After coaxing for a while, Lu Zhiqiao's breathing gradually calmed down, she snuggled into Qi Yan's arms and did not move. Fortunately, it was Qi Yan. If she walked into someone else, they would not have any contact with her again in the future, but the reason is not with others, but with herself. She could always associate those things with guilt and shame, and couldn't help thinking that in order not to immerse herself in guilt, she had to stay far away. But also because it was Qi Yan, the reaction in her heart seemed to be weaker, and she could calm down quickly. She understands that the problem lies with her. "Come in." Feeling that the person in her arms is now emotionally stable, Qi Yan patted her on the back lightly, and moved the exclusive pair of slippers by the floor mat with her feet. "I'm going to turn off the projector." Lu Zhiqiao nodded, and left Qi Yan's embrace with a little reluctance, lowered her head to change her shoes, walked to the sofa and sat down with her head down—for fear that she might see something she shouldn't see if she raised her head. But when she sat down, she realized that what Qi Yan wiped just now turned out to be small toys... Long ones, oval ones, soft and thorny ones are all placed on the sofa, close at hand. She hurriedly moved her eyes away, stared at her knees, and remained motionless. She became a little curious... So, did Qi Yan also use them? While lost in thoughts, a glass of water appeared in front of her eyes. Lu Zhiqiao raised her head and saw Qi Yan squinting and smiling. The projector screen behind her had been turned off, revealing the original TV and background wall. She breathed a sigh of relief, took the water and drank it all. "Feeling better?" Qi Yan sat down and reached out to hug her from the side. She puts down the glass and nods. "Qiao Qiao." "……um?" She didn't know when she started responding when Qi Yan called her that. She didn't buffer, and adapted to it very quickly. Her hand, involuntarily holding onto the woman's arm. The corners of Qi Yan's mouth stretched, and she hugged her tighter, and said softly, "Desire is not something to be ashamed of." "..." "You are a human being, a mammal of the highest form. You need to eat, drink, sleep, and exercise every day, just like the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the alternation of day and night. These are all natural things." "Desire is the same." The voice next to Lu Zhiqiao's ear was gentle and soft, the tone was very calm, and even a little casual, as if it was just an ordinary conversation about what to eat for dinner and what clothes to wear tomorrow. Lu Zhiqiao trembled, pursed her lips, and turned her head to meet the gaze from her side. Those eyes were shining softly, like a deep whirlpool, sucking her in bit by bit, smashing her into pieces. "Acknowledge its existence first, then face it directly, face it squarely, and eventually you will overcome it and start enjoying it." Qi Yan said lightly, with a calm face, a gentle smile on the corner of her lips, but her heart was trembling. She thought, she understood. In Lu Zhiqiao's world, "x" is sinful, shameful, and cannot be looked at directly, so it is rejected and despised.  Although Qi Yan doesn't know the specific reason, she can be sure that it has something to do with the environment in which she grew up. Looking around the country, most women grew up in an environment of shame and oppression. Lu Zhiqiao is like the epitome of thousands of women. She is similar to them. How cruel to suppress instinct and put on mental shackles. In addition, Lu Zhiqiao once told her that her parents believed in corporal discipline, which makes it even more obvious. The night they met in the bar, she tied her hands, the night she borrowed the bathroom, she saw the little toy, and the night she hugged her to sleep, she felt her reaction. Because logic cannot compete with instinct. Thinking of this, Qi Yan suddenly felt sad, growing up so big, she has never seen anyone suppress herself so hard like Lu Zhiqiao, so much so, that she evolved into a little lump. She guessed that there was a bigger knot behind the little lump, and the reaction to "that matter" was just a projection of her inner outlook. The person she likes should be a delicate flower in full bloom, but now it is about to wither. If she is indifferent and just ignores it, all she can wait for is for it to wither. Lu Zhiqiao looked into Qi Yan's eyes silently, intoxicated in the whirlpool, her lashes trembling slightly, and murmured: "Enjoy it?" "Mm." Qi Yan turned around and picked up a small oval-shaped toy, pinched it with her slender fingers, raised her brows and said with a smile: "I like this one better, it's expensive, but the experience is great, I think it's worth it." The thing suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, Lu Zhiqiao shrank her body, suddenly remembering the embarrassment when Qi Yan borrowed the bathroom, closed her eyes in shame, and stammered: "You... If you like it, you like it, why are you showing it to me..." "Sharing this with you." "..." "It's just an ordinary daily necessity. It's a must-have for singles. It's better to be self-reliant than to have random appointments outside, right?" Qi Yan tried to guide her, her tone was light and meaningless, and she completely forgot how many times she had dated before she met Lu Zhiqiao. Contrary to Lu Zhiqiao, Qi Yan must have her release, otherwise she will feel uncomfortable. But she never makes random appointments. Her bottom line is not to touch underage and married girls, and only dates older than herself. She is extremely picky every time. Originally, small toys were only used as occasional treats, but since meeting Lu Zhiqiao, they have become her daily necessities. Her eyes, her heart, were firmly tied by this woman, and she lost her desire to go outside. After careful consideration, she hadn't tasted fishy food for half a year, and she had to deal with it all by herself. There are more important things than that. So she is in no hurry. "It looks so cute, and it's so sweet, it's my little baby~" "Are you sure you don't want to take a look, huh?" Hearing the word "little baby", Lu Zhiqiao's breathing became stagnant, and her throat was inexplicably congested, as if there really was someone whom Qi Yan regarded as a baby.  She opened her eyes uncontrollably, looked at the red oval ball in front of her, and blurted out, "Is it really easy to use?" "Try it." Lu Zhiqiao choked and hesitated. Should she tell Qi Yan that she also has a toy? Qi Yan grabbed her hand with a smile, combed the palm, and put the small toy in, "This is new. I just opened it today and wiped it with a disinfectant wipe just now. The old one was thrown away after being used for too long. You play with this first, and I’ll buy another one.” "..." This woman spoke openly, without any embarrassment or blushing, and her fiery eyes were sincere and full of tenderness. Lu Zhiqiao looked into her eyes, and her heart moved slightly. In a haze, it seemed that something had been punctured and itched, and she was like a light feather, floating in the wind. "Actually... I have one." Lu Zhiqiao whispered, looking at Qi Yan nervously. Maybe Qi Yan didn't see it that time, or maybe she saw it and just didn't say anything, but it doesn't matter, Qi Yan is willing to be honest with her, and so she is also willing. Qi Yan won't laugh at her, this person uses it herself. Lu Zhiqiao comforted herself in this way. The pink peach blossom color on her face became more and more beautiful, she brushed her hair, the shame in her eyes flashed away, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes and look at Qi Yan, through those bright eyes, she only saw calm and comfort. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. .... When Lu Zhiqiao  got home, it was almost ten o'clock. She clutched the small toys and finger gloves that Qi Yan gave her in her bag, went back to the room lightly and quickly, opened the wardrobe drawer, hid the things in the corner, and closed them. She asks herself that she still can't enjoy it, but she can take it slowly little by little. In her heart, she still thinks about it after all, and Qi Yan always gives her the courage to put her thoughts into action with peace of mind. She can't even take the first step of "acknowledging". As Qi Yan said, admit its existence and face it squarely. It was as if another big rock had been unloaded in her heart, and became relaxed. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting in front of the dressing table taking off her makeup. In the mirror, she had a slight smile on her lips, her eyes were slightly bright, and she suddenly looked a few years younger. "Mom…" There was a soft call from behind, Lu Zhiqiao turned her head, and saw her daughter standing by the door wringing her hands, looking like she wanted to come in but didn't dare, she wondered, "Young girl, why aren't you asleep yet?" "I want to talk to you about something." "Um?" "Yesterday... I read a comic book in class… It was confiscated by Teacher Qi, she wants you to get it..." The little girl walked up to her slowly, drooping her head, fearing that she would be angry, she hurriedly continued: "Teacher Qi already scolded me, I won't read them in class again, I promise." Lu Zhiqiao froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered the five screenshots Qi Yan sent her. There was an additional message. [Niu Niu will take the initiative to confess to you.] She went to 902 tonight because she wanted to talk about her daughter, but she accidentally ran into an oopsie, she forgot about it for a while. Lu Zhiqiao was remorseful. Seeing her daughter's cautious and fearful appearance, her heart turned soft and helpless, but she had no choice but to put on a straight face: "Did you ask Teacher Qi to help you hide it?" "Yes." The little girl timidly replied, with her hands behind her back. "Lu Wei." "..." It's over. She got called by her full name, mom is going to beat someone up. Teacher Qi said that if her mother hit her, she should run to the opposite door. Lu Zhiqiao wiped the oil on her hands with a paper towel, grabbed her daughter's wrist, and said seriously, "I've already told you to keep a distance from Teacher Qi at school. Teacher Qi will tell me whatever happens to you in the future." You are not allowed to act coquettishly in front of her, and you are not allowed to embarrass her, she is not your teacher alone, do you understand?" "Mm, I understand." Lu Wei nodded her head like a pest. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">--hoo She thought her mother was going to hit her. Lu Zhiqiao's brows loosened slightly, but her face was still cold. Thinking of Qi Yan's soft nature, even if she doesn't spoil her at school, she will still want to spoil her at home, so she should be the stricter one, lest both of them dote on her and spoil the child. "Where did the comic books come from?" "Borrowed from a classmate." "Which classmate?" "Wang Zheyi." The little girl was terrified and sold him out. "..." Qi Yan said that Niu Niu read an adult comics, with a little unhealthy content, and it was a pirated version. Seeing the screenshot at the time, Lu Zhiqiao was both angry and anxious. She didn't expect her daughter to be exposed to homosexual works at such a young age. She was a little caught off guard, and was afraid that the child would find out. Fortunately, what Qi Yan wrote later gave her some ideas, so she would not be impulsive. From another point of view, this is a good opportunity to communicate with the child. It's just that she hasn't figured out how to communicate. About homosexuality. Lu Zhiqiao felt a little headache, and decided to put this thorny problem aside for the time being. She patted her daughter's hand lightly, her face softened a little: "Don't borrow from your classmates in the future, as long as you listen carefully in class and do your homework carefully when you go home. If your grades don’t drop, be good, and mom will buy you comic books, genuine ones with better quality.” Lu Wei's eyes lit up immediately: "Really?" "When did mom not keep her word?" "Yey~" A child is a child after all, the world is small and easy to be satisfied. But just as Qi Yan said, the little girl will grow into a big girl one day. At that time, the sky will be high enough for birds to fly, and the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap. As a mother, she can't control her even if she wants to. …. The cold snap subsided gradually, and the temperature rose slowly day by day. At the end of March, all kinds of flowers planted in the complex bloomed one after another. For a while, the garden was full of colorful flowers and fragrance. There is also a lot of rain, and the humidity is heavy. Qi Yan hates rainy days the most, clothes are difficult to dry, and she tends to be in a bad mood, and the outdoor activities she can do are limited, and can only be bored at home. To her despair, the forecast called for rainy weather for the next two weeks, continuing until mid-April, with the sun showing for only a few days, followed by rain. Tuesday, moderate rain. Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and the rain fell into a fine bead curtain, covering the entire city. There was no class in the afternoon, so Qi Yan was extremely bored at home. A film of two women hugging and kissing was played on the projector screen. She was half lying on the sofa, playing with small toys while thinking about Lu Zhiqiao in her mind. It was very comfortable. After playing enough, she turned over and lay on her stomach, picked up her phone and checked the time, it was half past four. Suddenly a WeChat message popped up. It was from Chi Nian. She clicked in and took a look, and was stunned for a moment. [I resigned] [Thanks to Director Lu, I'm finally free of her.] <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: cough cough cough cough <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/04/ch-52-there-are-always-teachers-who.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<PREV</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/there-are-always-teachers-who-want-to.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">TOC</a> |  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/index.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">INDEX</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/04/ch-54-there-are-always-teachers-who.html">NEXT>></a>

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