Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Really?”

She was sure that she had danced really badly.

“Yes.”

Huo Yunque nodded in seriousness. His voice was charming and pleasant. “I guess, in one’s eyes, their lover is perfect.”

Bam—

Song Yaoyao’s face immediately burned red. She wiggled her bottom and shuffled further into Huo Yunque’s embrace. Stretching her arms around his waist, she humphed. “You’ve changed!”

His lips had never been this sweet in the past!

“Oh?” Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. “Have I?”

“Yes!”

Song Yaoyao’s cheeks were rosy as she hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Lifting her head, she said, “Let me check if you’ve been eating sweets behind my back!”

“Mm…”

Huo Yunque lowered his head and gently sucked on her red lips with a raspy chuckle.

“Do you taste anything?”

Song Yaoyao was satisfied. Squinting her eyes with a smile, she replied, “Yes.”

“Oh?”

“It’s extremely sweet!”

“Ha…”

Huo Yunque shook his head. Hugging the girl in his arms, they looked at the mirror together.

It was one single mirror that covered an entire wall. Inside the studio, the lighting was sufficient, and it lit the two of them up.

Song Yaoyao played around with the man’s hand as she leaned into his embrace like she had no bones. “Do you think I should perform with everyone else? Dancing is hard. No matter how hard I try, I seem to be missing the feel!”

“That’s something that comes with practice. No one can amaze people on their first day without any foundation.” The man lowered his gaze and gently ran his hand through her hair like a wise elder. “That’s why people say that one minute on stage is equivalent to ten years off.”

Song Yaoyao sniffed. “Then, let me try again.”

Actually, she didn’t want to give up so easily. But when she had someone to depend on, she became delicate and weak.

“No rush.

“Do you want to see me dance?” Huo Yunque asked.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes opened wide in doubt as they sparkled vividly. “You can dance?”

Huo Yunque was mature, refined, and classy. He was responsible, restrained, upright, and gentlemanly.

To be honest, Song Yaoyao could not imagine Huo Yunque dancing.

“You seem interested.”

Huo Yunque chuckled. He lifted his hands to undo more of his buttons.

His fingers were long, clean, and defined.

One, two, three…

His chest was slowly exposed, revealing his defined muscles. It was extremely sexy.

He walked over to the corner of the studio and turned on the speakers. ‘La Isla Bonita’ started playing.

Passionate and rapid drumbeats sounded.

Click—

As he passed by the light switch, he stretched out his hand to turn off half the lights and the studio immediately dimmed.

Song Yaoyao never knew that Huo Yunque could dance. In fact, he danced in a style that did not match him at all.

Latin dance: samba.

This wild and seductive dance immediately made the man stand out.

Under the dim lighting, he was still dressed in his business attire: a pair of trousers and a black silk shirt. Over half his buttons were undone and his shirt moved with his movements, revealing sneak peeks of his chest.

He was barefooted and his shoes were left outside.

His alluring dance moves were beautiful. Each movement was extremely sexy.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes were glued to the man’s body.

A dance like this was naturally beautiful. However, the man who was dancing was bold and did not look feminine at all. When he didn’t smile, he looked cold, cultured, and refined, but when he danced, it made one salivate…

Song Yaoyao’s heart raced from all the teasing.