At this moment.
Chen Nan thought he was hallucinating.
There was no other reason.
The beautiful teacher before him was none other than the exquisite beauty he had encountered in a bar.
They had connected in the bar and then went to a hotel, igniting a fiery collision of passion.
Both had enjoyed themselves immensely.
Before leaving, she had even given Chen Nan a tip of ten thousand yuan.
But what Chen Nan could never have dreamed of was that the woman who had been passionately calling him "husband" was actually his university lecturer.
Thinking of this, he could not help but rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Su Yue was wearing a fitted Qipao skirt today, the fine silk fabric tightly clinging to her body, unreservedly showcasing her exquisite figure.
Her waist was slim like a willow, her delicate softness evident in a simple grasp, forming an enticing curve against her full and perky behind.