Dada Dada As the sound of high heels knocking on the floor tiles, a beautiful figure appeared at the door of the classroom. The person came with a brown wavy curl, his face was as white as mutton fat jade, and his eyebrows were as dark as distant, and his eyes were as full of autumn water, which was fascinating.Under the small Qiong nose, a rosy and plump mouth slightly raised, a small black suit jacket, a plump breast hidden in a white lapel shirt, her perky buttocks were tightly wrapped by a hip-covered skirt, her slender and round legs were wrapped in crystal transparent flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of silver glitter pink women's high heels, her sexy and mature without losing a touch of playfulness.This beautiful teacher is my mother, the head teacher and Chinese teacher in our Class 1, and is also the dream goddess of many boys in the class.