Two hours later.
"Yuan Ge, dance with me!" Amélie shakes her long hair loose and boldly takes off her jacket, revealing a tight little black sequined dress.
"Amélie, you're drunk!"
"I'm not drunk! Stop talking! Let's dance!" Amélie grabs Yuan Ge's hand and places it on her slender waist, which is already swaying to the rhythm of the vigorous dance music, her smooth, naked back looking dazzlingly white in the psychedelic light.
"You're really d...…"
Before Yuan Ge can finish his words, he is dragged into the dancing floor by Amélie around his neck.
Rong Qiuchen sits in his seat and looks at the dance floor from afar as crimson and indigo columns of light seem to pour into the floor like a waterfall.
