Under the table, Cheng Zhu's large hand felt the delicate smoothness of black stockings.
He could clearly sense that, with the stroking of his large hand, the counselor's shapely long legs tensed up instantly.
"What's he doing!"
"We're still at the dinner table!"
Chen Jieyu was both anxious and annoyed in her heart.
But this annoyance was simply a shy annoyance.
She wasn't truly angry.
Because Cheng Zhu only did it after Professor Jian suggested she should find a boyfriend.
This allowed the counselor to feel this bad student's overwhelming possessiveness towards her!
Despite Cheng Zhu's teasing words, as if students in the class heard about the counselor's love life gossip, their faces were also full of spirited expressions.
Yet, this large hand under the table represented everything.
As if declaring ownership.
All of this was naturally unknown to Dean Zhang's family of three.
