Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

Unfortunately, Zhou Yuwen was not among these people.

Zheng Yanyan found it strange. Was the dance she had just performed not enticing enough?

She turned her head to look.

To her surprise, Zhou Yuwen was sitting with Shen Yu, laughing and talking about something.

Seeing the two of them chatting so happily, Zheng Yanyan felt a surge of anger and decided not to sit in the front row anymore. She directly ran over and sat down next to Zhou Yuwen and Shen Yu.

With an annoyed tone, she asked, "What are you talking about? Having that much fun?"

"No, why did you come over?" Zhou Yuwen asked curiously.

"Hmph!"

Zheng Yanyan snorted and asked, "Did you watch my dance just now?"

"Yes, I watched."

"How did it feel?"

"It was pretty good."

"That’s it?"

"Isn’t that enough? Well, I’ll give a deeper critique then. The dance was pretty ’white’," Zhou Yuwen said, glancing at Zheng Yanyan’s long legs under her pleated skirt while smiling.

Zheng Yanyan understood what Zhou Yuwen meant, giggled, and playfully slapped his thigh, asking, "Do you want to touch?"

"Can I?"

"That’s up to you!"

With no hesitation in her speech, Zheng Yanyan crossed her long legs, slightly leaning toward Zhou Yuwen’s side, making it clear that Zhou Yuwen could touch them anytime he wanted.

Shen Yu, sitting on the other side of Zhou Yuwen, couldn’t bear to hear these words. He thought Zheng Yanyan was being too casual and told Zhou Yuwen that he would go get ready.

"Hmm? Go ahead," Zhou Yuwen said.

So Shen Yu got up and left.

Zheng Yanyan knew Shen Yu had signed up for a singing event and didn’t mind him leaving. In fact, she preferred him gone, so she could have a private chat with Zhou Yuwen. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sure enough, after Shen Yu left, she quickly asked Zhou Yuwen in a low voice, "Hey, now that Shen Yu has gone, tell me secretly, did you like the dance just now?"

Zhou Yuwen said he liked it.

Hearing the answer she wanted, Zheng Yanyan was very happy and even playfully punched Zhou Yuwen’s chest.

Zhou Yuwen remarked, "You women are strange, liking to hit others when you’re slightly happy."

"Do many women hit you?" Zheng Yanyan pouted.

"Quite a few."

"Zhou Yuwen, can’t you say something I want to hear?"

"Like what?"

Talking with Zhou Yuwen made Zheng Yanyan feel both love and frustration. She had clearly confessed her feelings, but Zhou Yuwen hadn’t shown any response at all. And you should know, in the outside world, there would be a crowd of men chasing me, now I’m offering myself to you for free and you’re still not interested.

She was helplessly infatuated, despite how Zhou Yuwen was, she just couldn’t quit him.

It mattered to her what Zhou Yuwen and Shen Yu were talking about earlier. Why was he sitting with Shen Yu?

And when Zheng Yanyan brought this up,

Zhou Yuwen was smiling as he asked, "Are you jealous?"

"How could I possibly be jealous." Zheng Yanyan scoffed, feigning indifference.

"Well, never mind, I won’t talk about this anymore. Did you record earlier?"

"What?"

"The dance! Did you watch at all?" Zheng Yanyan was genuinely angry this time.

Zhou Yuwen said he watched, but he was so mesmerized that he forgot to record it.

This response barely made the cut, and Zheng Yanyan pouted, "Never mind, you didn’t record, but I did. I even recorded a special part just for you."

Saying this, she took out her phone and huddled close to Zhou Yuwen to watch it.

Zheng Yanyan had done her makeup and seemed to have sprayed some perfume, which smelled quite nice. After establishing their relationship, she felt no boundaries with Zhou Yuwen, like now, sitting very close to him. If they were a bit further apart, it felt like they were snuggling together.

Zheng Yanyan picked out a video of practicing dance with Lu Lin to show to Zhou Yuwen. Holding the phone became tiring, so after a moment, she leaned her thigh closer to Zhou Yuwen.

Then she placed the phone on her thigh for Zhou Yuwen to watch.

Zhou Yuwen said, "I’ve already seen it."

"Quiet, this is the part I didn’t dance."

Zhou Yuwen listened and then looked down to find the video showing even bolder moves, like the very first hip-twisting maneuver which was truly bold.

In the video, Zheng Yanyan wore denim shorts, and Lu Lin was in a leather skirt, but instead of a casual blazer, she wore a black tube top, revealing her creamy shoulders and waist. From this angle, Lu Lin looked truly slim, the bones visible on her shoulders.

"Come," Zheng Yanyan said as she plugged earphones into the phone, handed one to Zhou Yuwen, and wore one herself.

As the music started, the first move in the video was hip twisting. Lu Lin stood behind Zheng Yanyan, wrapping her arms around Zheng Yanyan’s waist, while Zheng Yanyan stood in front.

Their thighs slightly parted as they rotated their hips, the movement subtly suggestive, as if implying a certain activity.

Zheng Yanyan’s expression was perfect, her eyes seemingly hooking the viewer.

However, Zhou Yuwen noticed Lu Lin in the back row, dancing sensuously but with a neutral expression, as if carrying out a task, which created a strong contrast.

To be honest, though Zhou Yuwen didn’t lack two thousand yuan, since he had lent it out, he was somewhat more concerned about Lu Lin. What had happened to her that made her so desperate for the money? Two thousand yuan isn’t a small amount, but also isn’t a huge sum. Why was it just for this amount of money? And she even offered to be his girlfriend for it.