The music was ambiguous and misty. Zhang Ziwen wasn't the only one acting like a pole, many passionate men and women all around the club had started their stimulating and spicy dance. The only difference was that the rest could move with the music, while Zhang Ziwen was like a real, stationary pole. He didn't know how to move and didn't dare make any movements. Song Lin was pressed up so close against him that any movement would lead to an embarrassing friction. It's devastating... He was already sweating bullets...
"...Do you like it? You big fool?" Song Lin's breath was like a sweet perfume in his ears, her voice sounded honeyed. Her delicate body wouldn't stop moving, seductively twisting with each rhythm.
