Li Chen was stunned.
Looking at the sleek curves beside him, he didn't know what to say.
He had never expected that this voluptuous and enticing beauty of a teacher had such troubles.
In her thirties, when desires are most intense, yet she hadn't been nourished in two years, no wonder she always looked a bit melancholic when they first met.
As he thought about this, a strong desire surged inside Li Chen.
He wanted to soothe the wounded heart of this beautiful teacher.
"Teacher, he didn't know how to cherish you, and that's his loss."
"At least to me, those stretch marks are a testament to you being a mother, something grand, not ugly at all."
As Li Chen spoke, his left hand involuntarily caressed Xu Jia's back while his right hand touched the exposed stretch marks, gently stroking them.
"Ah! Li Chen... don't touch..."
Xu Jia, who had been lying down, suddenly sat up.
