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After drinking three glasses of grape wine, Fu Nuan felt dizzy, but he liked the sour and sweet taste of the wine.

Everyone watched dumbstruck as she finished her drink, especially An Zhu who was beside her. They didn't quite understand her actions. Wasn't it just answering a name? Was it that difficult?

The game continued. After a few rounds, the bottle once again stopped in front of Rong Yu.

The teachers looked at each other in dismay. Everyone wanted to ask some random questions, but when it was their turn to ask, they didn't dare. Thus, all of these meaningless questions nearly asked Director Rong whether he had had breakfast since he had left this morning.

Once again, it was Rong Yu's turn to turn. When the bottle pointed towards him, Fu Nuan raised his eyes to look at the man diagonally opposite him.

"Teacher Fu doesn't want to divulge his name, so can you at least tell me his occupation?"

In the eyes of all the teachers, Director Rong was not usually such a "gossipy" person.

Although it was strange, Prof. Rong asked the questions that they wanted to know. All of them looked towards Fu Nuan, waiting for her to answer.

Fu Nuan was speechless.

This fellow had done it on purpose!

As such, the woman forced herself to drink three more cups. This time, her head felt heavy and her feet felt light. There was a bit of drunkenness on her face.

The game continued, but for some reason, every time the round ended, Rong Yu would turn the bottle around and the target would always be her.

Fu Nuan frowned in doubt. She started to suspect if this man had done something to the bottle, why was it always her?

"Give Teacher Fu three options to describe your relationship with your husband. "One, respect each other like the same person. Two, hate each other. Three, love each other."

The last four words, the man's voice rose slightly, his eyes were frivolous, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to contain something.

The woman was furious, but she could not let the teachers who were with her see it. She could only bear with it and silently criticise, "Three choices?" Where were the three choices?

The first two clearly meant that they had a bad relationship. Could she choose?

This fellow was simply forcing her to choose to 'love each other', but wouldn't that be equivalent to confessing to him? She didn't want it!

Fu Nuan steeled his heart, raised his head and downed three more cups of wine.

An Zhu who was beside her saw her and felt her intoxication, he lightly touched her arm and said softly, "Answer me next time. It's just a game, so we just need to ask.

Fu Nuan only waved his hand and did not say a word.

She didn't feel it when she was drinking, but now that the alcohol was slowly getting stronger, her face was getting hotter and hotter. Sitting on the chair, she felt dizzy.

She was drunk …

Seeing that Fu Nuan could not take it anymore, An Zhu looked at the time and saw that it was already around 9 PM. Tomorrow, there would be other travel plans, so he suggested that they should end the game and let the male teachers clean up. The female teachers should go back to sleep first.

Fu Nuan laid down on the table, sleeping soundly.

An Zhu still wanted to return the rented barbecue rack, so he patted Fu Nuan and said: "Teacher Fu, wake up. I'll bring the things back to you in a while, then I'll help you return to your room."

At this time, Fu Nuan was extremely drunk, he answered with a confused "En", and no one knew what the other party had said.

"Unwell …" "So uncomfortable …" she whispered.

Drunk and hazy, she felt a pair of warm hands embrace her. That familiar aura made her feel at ease.

When An Zhu finished packing up his things, Fu Nuan was already gone.

She asked the male teachers at the side if they saw anyone. They all said that they were too busy packing up to pay much attention, so they probably went back to their rooms first.

An Zhu thought: You're already so drunk, but you still want to run away?

Looking at the woman in his arms who was about to lose consciousness from alcohol, Rong Yu frowned in displeasure.

He was really stubborn. He would rather get drunk than to speak the truth. It was really hard to admit that he was his wife.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, Rong Yu gave her a small punishment by pinching her face, and the woman in his embrace frowned.

"Unwell …"

Listening to her mutter, the man carried her back to her room, laid her gently on the bed and tucked her in.

Fu Nuan's face was flushed from the drunkenness, her lips were so red that it seemed like they were about to drop. The man leaned down, put his hand under her chin, and kissed her on the lips.

"Ugh …"

The drunk woman felt her breathing being obstructed. When she couldn't catch her breath, she let out an impatient snort.

Rong Yu let her go and listened to her mutter, "Thirsty … "Drink water."

He went to pour her a cup of warm water, put it on the bedside table, and helped her up against him to give her water.

The woman greedily took a big gulp and almost choked. However, after eliminating the dry feeling in her mouth, she felt a lot more comfortable and became a little more clear-headed.

She slowly opened her eyes. The surrounding environment seemed to be much more luxurious than her room. There was also a blurry figure that gradually became clearer.

Rong Yu!

Fu Nuan rubbed his temples, the wine was awake for a bit.

This did not seem to be the room she and An Zhu were in.

"My question. Hard to answer, huh?"

The man's gentle voice came from above, causing Fu Nuan to be stunned for a second, but remained silent afterwards.

After a long while, she stuttered, "I …" "I still haven't thought of how to say it …"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man in front of her leaned over and kissed her on the lips. The fragrance of grape wine still lingered between his lips, intoxicating her.

Under the influence of alcohol, the person below him was also moved by the kiss and took the initiative to embrace him.

Rong Yu hoarsely said, "I want you …"

Immersed in that feeling of warmth, Fu Nuan's remaining last bit of reason allowed her to push Rong Yu away at such a critical juncture.

She frowned and shook her head, "No, I have to go back. Otherwise, An Zhu will definitely suspect me."

He was about to stand up, but he didn't even have the strength to do so.

Rong Yu's face darkened, the color in his eyes darkening with a bit of displeasure.

After all, being interrupted while one was in high spirits was indeed an unpleasant matter.

This woman really didn't have any self-awareness as a Mrs. Rong at all, and she did legal things with her legal wife, so she was worried that others would find out.

Was there such an aggrieved husband?

It was like a clandestine love affair.

However, a certain someone had chosen to ignore the deep and dark eyes of a man, thinking that he had to return back to his room quickly, otherwise An Zhu would be in trouble looking for people everywhere.

Fu Nuan rested for a few seconds, before the man could become "a beast" again, he quickly left his room.

Unexpectedly, just as he walked out of the room, he coincidentally bumped into An Zhu who was looking for someone on this floor …