Qian Ran's eyes widened. This horny woman was outrageous.
She was practically a law unto herself!
She really knew how to play along, and her dirty talk moved faster than his.
Qian Ran leaned back in his seat, placed a large hand on Zhou Yi's stocking-clad leg, and gently kneaded it.
Seeing Qian Ran getting interested, even Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly, afraid someone would see.
Qian Ran had deliberately chosen a seat at the very back beside the aisle today, so they were relatively safe.
But such a bold move left Zhou Yi's heart fluttering with anxiety, and she looked at Qian Ran pleadingly. She suddenly felt a little panicked. If she had known, she would not have flirted with him just now. After the way she had provoked him, she feared he would not let her off easily.
She really was a little worried. After all, this was not outside, where no one recognized her once she took off her mask, and she could be as lovey-dovey with Qian Ran as she pleased without even caring if people pointed and gossiped.
Besides, the classroom still held a certain sanctity in Zhou Yi's heart.
But Zhou Yi discovered that she was not as strong as she had imagined. That sudden, intense rush of stimulation soon made her surrender. Looking around and seeing everyone quietly reviewing their lessons, she obediently stood beside Qian Ran's desk.
Thanks to the authority Zhou Yi had built up before, no one dared look around. Zhou Yi could discard even a core disciple like Dai Huabin. If those whose talents fell short of his angered her, they feared they really would be expelled outright-the kind of expulsion that meant being thrown out of the academy entirely.
Precisely because of this, everyone behaved especially attentively whenever