You behave like a teacher-student outside the home environment. Last night, you went to the club without him knowing, surprisingly he wasn't angry, it seems he didn't know.

In class, Arzhel is signing the student book and let class be in chaos, he keeps staring at you and finally calls you to come forward "Come here, I'll teach you" He pulls your waist into his lap, his hand grips your thight "Naughty girl, how dare you go to the club without my knowledge"