"Come, dance with me," He Li whispered hotly into Zhang Ziwen's ear. As soon as she finished speaking, her delicate body snuggled into his embrace. Zhang Ziwen never refused her requests. He gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and they both mingled into the crowd of dancing people...
"That woman...do you know her?" He Li asked as she wrapped her arms around Zhang Ziwen's neck, and her breath smelled like orchids.
"...No, I don't know her." Zhang Ziwen could detect her pleasant breath as she spoke.
"Liar, why would you gaze at her if you didn't know her."
"..."
"You're admitting it by your silence."
"...I don't know her, what am I admitting?"
"Tell me, is she prettier than me?"
"You...you...you're prettier."
"Hmph, stuttering, no sincerity at all...but...I'm in a good mood tonight, so I'll let you off the hook."
Having said that, He Li snugly moved closer, graced his face with an affectionate hug, as if rewarding him.
