"Haha, what are you doing on that pole, Yun Jian?" Wang Rourou was stupid. She had not realized yet what Yun Jian was going to do and could not help mocking her once again.
Then, a scene that baffled her unfolded.
Yun Jian had one hand gripped on the pole while her legs wrapped onto it as she began to spin around.
Each and every one of her movements was alluring and bewitching, yet accompanied the tempo of her dance, it had a classical feel.
There was no music playing in the background, despite that Yun Jian's pole dancing captivated everyone.
Lifting her legs, arching her back, creating leg splits, she executed each move with perfection.
Other than watching with widened eyes, Wang Rourou was unable to say a word.
She had wanted to mortify Yun Jian, but even a fool could see that Yun Jian could not have achieved such finesse in dancing without years of practice.
