The more Chen Yue worried, the more she sensed Qin Feng’s intentions were anything but ordinary. For instance, when pouring wine, she noticed her glass was consistently fuller than the others’. And whenever raising glasses to toast, Qin Feng kept deliberately clinking his against hers. Taken together, she felt he was determined to make her drunk. She believed she should do something to make Qin Feng back off—she simply couldn’t accept sharing a man with anyone else. She needed to clearly assert her position and establish a distance. Watching him act so flustered, constantly refilling her glass, while the other four girls kept urging her to drink more, Chen Yue abandoned her previous avoidance and stepped forward, confidently saying, “It’s just about drinking. Come on, let’s have some!” “Lin Caivei clapped her hands excitedly, saying, ‘That’s just perfect! Teacher Chen, you’re the owner of Jazz Bar, aren’t you? I’m sure your drinking stamina has been developed through practice. Qin Gong, please refill the teacher’s glass!’ ‘Certainly!’ Qin Feng smiled and poured her a drink, but before he even sat down, a small foot in slippers had already kicked him right in the leg. Huh, this girl really hits hard—she really does hurt him. Qin Feng deliberately acted as if nothing had happened, then subtly wiggled his lips. Chen Yue, once she gained the upper hand, certainly wasn’t going to stop there. While Qin Feng was raising his glass, she launched a second attack—this time with much greater force than before. This time, Qin Feng ended up gritting his teeth, and Chen Yue was thrilled, already planning her third move. Her subtle actions went unnoticed, so she firmly believed that diligence only meant enduring silent suffering. Even if he bravely mentioned it, she could simply excuse herself by saying he’d accidentally mentioned it. After a while, she saw the moment had matured and launched herself without hesitation, this time kicking higher than before, aiming directly at her opponent's knee. Chen Yue smiled gently on her face, filled with excitement at the prospect of achieving an even better result. But the next second, her joy vanished. As the tip of her foot just touched Qin Feng's knee, before she could fully drive her force, her foot was caught between his two legs. Qin Feng shifted his legs slightly from side to side, and Chen Yue's slippers gradually slipped off her feet, landing softly on the ground. She stood there, stunned, as his legs repeatedly interlaced, lifting her foot from the knee area all the way up to the thigh. Chen Yue tried several times in succession, but each time her foot was caught too tightly, making it impossible to pull free. Even more startling was the fact that as she moved her foot, it rubbed against something—something that instantly stiffened and pressed firmly against the sole of her foot. She had never eaten pork, yet she had seen pigs running—so she certainly knew what that hard thing represented. Qin Feng deliberately played mischief under his control, causing the younger Qin Feng to make slight, rhythmic movements. With the tip pressing against the beautiful female counselor's elegant feet, Chen Yue found it increasingly difficult to endure. First, the contact with the man's member made her feel shy and embarrassed; then, as the movements continued, her soles grew increasingly itchy, prompting her to start shifting and twisting her body. "Chen Teacher, shall we have another drink?" Qin Feng proposed cheerfully, raising his glass. "Yes... yes, certainly," Chen Yue replied, somewhat at a loss, instinctively lifting her glass as well. Qin Feng continued to play tricks beneath his control, and Chen Yue nearly lost her grip on the glass; her rosy cheeks turned as red as a late autumn apple. "Chen Teacher, your face is so red!" "He smiled warmly at the four girls and said, 'According to scientific research, people who turn red when drinking have noticeably better alcohol tolerance than those whose faces remain unchanged. It seems Ms. Chen has a solid foundation in her drinking stamina!' 'Then why not raise your glasses a few more times?' suggested Lin, the beautiful woman. Seeing herself getting deeper and deeper into the situation, Chen Yue quickly interjected, 'In fact, I've already started to feel a bit tipsy. If I finish this cup, I simply won't be able to drink any more!' With that, she looked at Qin Feng with a pleading gaze, hoping he would let her off the hook. Qin, the young man, deliberately lifted his eyelids, conveying the message that only after being pushed to his limits did he finally yield—how satisfying was it when you were kicking me, right? Then, why not enjoy a little more? Suddenly, he loosened his legs and, while the hostess of the feet had not yet reacted, gently grasped her hand and began to stroke it gently. Chen Yue's face turned as crimson as a ripe peach, almost dripping with color. The four girls, assuming she was struggling with the wine, Soon, one jade foot was no longer enough to satisfy his desire. He repositioned her legs, pressing them together, and with a stealthy hand that traced up from her ankle, he soon explored every inch of her lower leg, continuing upward until reaching her knee. The hand, warm and steady, seemed to carry a magical touch—whenever it brushed against her skin, a strong tingling sensation surged. Chen Yue pressed her back tightly against the chair back, astonished to find that her back was once again drenched in sweat. She gritted her teeth, holding on—had it not been for Lin Caiwei and the other three, she would have given in and started calling out. Qin Feng smiled with mock amusement. That’s what happens when you do wrong too often—inevitably, you fall. Hah! Hah! Yet, his hand, stretched beneath the table, was constrained in length, and once it reached her thigh, it could no longer advance an inch. What could he do? In his mind, Qin, the young noble, suddenly had an idea. If you can extend your foot over here, can’t I extend mine over there as well? Hah! Hah! He skillfully coordinated his left leg with the chair leg, smoothly removing his right shoe and slowly passing it over, placing it precisely between Chen Yuemei's legs on the chair. Chen Yuemei was startled and instinctively pressed her legs together, just right to catch his foot. Though her foot couldn't move, her toes remained free. He strained to extend them forward, eventually having his big toe press against the garden door, which was only a thin lace fabric away. Chen Yuemei felt a sudden jolt, quickly grasping the edge of the table with both hands to prevent herself from collapsing into the chair. Even more surprising, Qin Feng began moving his big toe up and down. The increasingly intense sensation surged upward, reaching her core; she bit her lips tightly, her inner teeth pressing firmly. This couldn't go on much longer—she would inevitably embarrass herself. Thinking of this, Chen Yuemei quickly said, "Qin Feng, I've had many misunderstandings with you in the past. Now that we all live under the same roof, the teacher suggests we set everything aside and start fresh—how about that?" Of course Qin Feng knew her intentions—he would have to pause his current tofu eating the moment he agreed. Lin Beauty interjected, "You two should have done this long ago. I've always said so—just a smile and a mutual understanding, and all grievances fade away. Plus, Teacher Chen was literally carried out of the classroom by Feng today—this story has already spread throughout the school!" Her unspoken message was clear: since you've already developed a subtle connection, why not take it further? Qin Feng chuckled, "Yueyue, I'm ready to wipe the slate clean on our past misunderstandings. Then, shouldn't you also officially join our family? Or at the very least, give me a chance to make you feel welcome—would that be acceptable?"