An Yue has a great figure, twisting her body to the rhythm of the music, both slow and fast. Her waist is supple and moves like a snake, very beautiful and captivating... Dang Yang felt a bit thirsty and picked up his drink to take a sip.
The drink did not quench his thirst. Watching An Yue recklessly move her body, he felt like there was a fire burning in his heart and throat. This fire burned brighter and hotter, making his throat ache. The pain made him drink one glass after another.
An Yue, Qiao Chuchu, and a few others danced unrestrainedly in the dance floor. Soon, their beauty and passion attracted the attention of many men, who approached them and started dancing along with their rhythm.
When Dang Yang saw An Yue dancing face-to-face with a man, occasionally leaning in to speak with a smile into his ear, he couldn't bear it anymore, put down his glass, stood up, entered the dance floor, and walked over to An Yue, grabbing her hand and pulling her to leave...
