"Join Third Brother and me," Di Jinxuan answered. She didn't want to be with Nangong Jin. With all his touchy-feeliness, it constantly felt weird being with him!
"Sure," said Nangong Jin cooly, an upward curl of his lips, taking a drag of his cigarette.
The seductive smoke ring leisurely billowed out from his lips, drifting across Di Jinxuan's beautiful little face. She instinctively frowned.
Before she could speak, someone else raised their voice, "Classmate, you can't smoke here. Please put it out."
The voice came across as rather stern.
Nangong Jin lazily glanced over to see a youthful man in his twenties. From his attire, his bearing, and his overall aura, it was apparent that he was a male dance teacher.
There's a unique quality about male dancers that makes them easy to distinguish usually, let alone the fact that he was in practice clothes with his teaching tag still on.
Nangong Jin arched his lips, his almond eyes narrowing slightly.
