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"Ou Zun, how could I possibly dance?"
Did she seem like one of those privileged young ladies who master the piano, chess, literature and dancing? She was just a rough girl; she knew how to fight and stir up trouble.
Just not dancing.
Even if she could, she wouldn't dance for Ou Zun.
Absolutely not.
"If I can't dance, then I won't!"
Ou Zun was unusually agreeable, but his following statement nearly sent Mù Qiānxún into a fit of rage.
"Then you should just wear this outfit and walk around the room until I'm satisfied."
She screamed, "Ou Zun, you have such a disgusting taste!"
"You lost the bet, so you have to do whatever I say!"
Mù Qiānxún held her ire!
Ou Zun lay comfortably on the bed, his arms tucked lazily behind his head, his long legs casually crossed. He seemed rather content, more so than watching a fashion show.
The smirk on Ou Zun's face never faded.
