Xia Ling had not danced for three years, but it was as if dancing was something deeply hidden in her bones and blood, and it came with her body.
She danced a pole dance.
Music began to play. Xia Ling’s soft and boneless body followed the pole and jumped up. She could do all the limited-range movements she wanted to do. She could split, spin, and scatter flowers like a goddess, she easily sucked away everyone’s souls.
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone held their breaths as they watched Xia Ling dance. She was truly a peerless beauty.
Xuan Ying stood in the middle of the crowd and looked at Xia Ling on the stage. He watched her mesmerizing appearance.
The dim light shone on his handsome face. Two faint red flames danced in his dark eyes. It had been three years since they last met, and she was still so good at... seducing men.
