Someone in the crowd gasped for air.
Without knowing when, everyone had silently left, even Xu Yifeng had been carried away with a covered mouth.
Su Miaomiao nervously closed her eyes, pressing against Xie Yuan's lips, with tentative probing and inexperienced seduction, hoping to lure him into dancing together with her.
She didn't see the restrained desire rolling in Xie Yuan's pitch-black eyes.
He slightly opened his mouth, allowing her to take and ask as she wished.
His large hand held her slender waist, veins bulging, exerting extreme self-control…
By the time she came back to her senses, she realized almost everyone had gone.
The main lights on the second floor had been considerately turned off, leaving only a few soft lights on.
The lighting was gentle and ambiguous.
She breathed rapidly, slowly moving away from Xie Yuan's lips.
From his eyes, she saw her own appearance, flushed with a look of unsatisfied desire.
