"...Is it so unbearable to dance with me? Your expression is making me very uncomfortable." Wu Min's provocative gaze locked with his, a smirk appearing in her eyes. She very much enjoyed seeing this tortured look on his face.
"...How...how could it be? Dancing with a beautiful woman like you is my honor." Zhang Ziwen's smile was strained. He intentionally maintained a physical distance from her. However, this distance allowed him to clearly see the top of her partially exposed bosom: full, firm, and splendid. Her skin was so delicate, Zhang Ziwen felt a bit dizzy.
"Humph, you lecherous man. Do you have a death wish?" Wu Min spat, her face flushed a delicate shade of pink. The only way to block his wandering eyes was to press her body closer to his. Suddenly regretting her decision to have him dance with her, she felt she had made a mistake. She was no ordinary woman, but a ravishing beauty.
