"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" Qin Muchuan's cheeks were tight.
"Hehe..."
"Why not try being a dancer for a while?" Qin Muchuan asked again.
Xiao Qingyao filled Qin Muchuan's wine glass again. "I did consider being a dancer, but my appearance doesn't seem suitable, does it? What woman would want me?"
He wasn't lying. His demeanor was too straightforward and rigid, severe as frost, not warm at all.
Of course, Qin Muchuan was also serious, but his seriousness was accompanied by a hint of wild arrogance, which women found appealing.
"If you really want to, there's always a way. Just practice more," Qin Muchuan suggested.
"Hehe!" Xiao Qingyao laughed. "Why put myself through all that when I have you?"
