Rong Wei walked up behind her and asked with a smile,
"Su Lan, did you ask me to stay because you have something to tell me?"
Qin Sulan turned her head to reveal a gentle and enchanting smile, gracefully standing up.
Just now, when she came to sing, she wore a loose satin skirt, giving the impression of a slender, graceful figure. Now in a tight-fitting blouse, it became apparent that she was one of those women who appear delicate but possess an ample figure. The sight beneath the silk blouse was striking and precipitous, dizzying to behold.
"Please, sit down first, Wei Shao."
She vacated her own seat.
Rong Wei seemed somewhat at a loss, standing there.
Qin Sulan raised her jade hand to pull Rong Wei down to a seat, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently massaging them.
Rong Wei's body was a bit stiff, his hands resting on his knees as he sat upright.
