Yang Huiru didn't expect this guy to be such a perv, and immediately rejected: "No way, keep dreaming, I can't dance."
"I knew it, you're totally playing foul, now what?" Yang Fan rolled his eyes, with a look of disdain.
"But... but your request is too much, make a new request."
Yang Fan shook his head: "No other requests, just this one." He thought about it and continued: "However, if you agree to dance a bit, I'll teach you a few moves."
"Really?" Yang Huiru was somewhat tempted.
"You think I'm like you." Yang Fan was speechless.
Yang Huiru felt very conflicted internally, on one hand tempted by the offer to be taught a few moves by Yang Fan, and on the other hand embarrassed to dance and let this guy's cunning plan succeed. Weighing both options, it was a tough choice.
"Then I'm leaving." Yang Fan turned around to leave.
