Dirty thoughts?
Jun Xiqing lifted her head and blinked at him guiltily, cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment.
On the other hand, Lu Yeming's mind was filled with the image of her swaying, of her as she twisted her svelte body attractively when he entered the room, swaying her hips from side to side. While she didn't exude the kind of elegant beauty and charm his mother and even Mo'er had, her youthful freshness brought with it a sort of flirtatiousness and this, in his eyes, made her feel even more vibrant.
"Your hip-swaying was pretty good just now. Take another two steps for me to see."
Lu Yeming hooked his arm around her soft waist, spun her around, and pushed her to take another two steps.
Don't!
Jun Xiqing's face behind the veil reddened, all the way to her white ears. God, it was so embarrassing!
