Is he really drunk?
Lan Yuqin seriously doubted whether Chen Nan was pretending to be drunk just to take advantage of her.
But after glancing at the pile of empty liquor bottles on the table, she dismissed the thought. After all, that heap of bottles was the most convincing evidence that he couldn't possibly be sober.
All the classmates were present in this large private room. If her students saw this scene, who knows what they might imagine.
Lan Yuqin wanted to resist, but Chen Nan's strength was overwhelming. As a woman who didn't know martial arts, she was powerless. Chen Nan's lips were already pressed against her face.
Lan Yuqin only felt a burning sensation on her face, blushing deeply with embarrassment.
However, she didn't dare to scream, nor did she dare to struggle too much, as any slight mistake might alert the students, and she would truly lose face.
"Chen Nan, I'm not your junior sister, let go of me."
