Even at bedtime, Song Yaoyao's mind was still filled with images from the dance studio.
Sexy, firm, and filled with power.
The image in her eyes was completely different.
And it made her knees go weak.
Song Yaoyao, who was hidden under the covers, suddenly pounced forward and pressed Huo Yunque onto the bed. Her eyes glowed as she straddled the man's waist.
She shuffled into his arms. "Teach me how to dance! I want to dance like you."
Huo Yunque was caught by surprise. The ambush made him freeze.
He lay on the girl's bed with his bathrobe hanging loosely to his body. He narrowed his eyes. "No."
Song Yaoyao wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her head against it like a kitten. "Have you ever danced for another woman? You dance so well that I want to hide you away in secret."
The more she got to know him, the more she realized how talented he was.
It almost seemed as though there was nothing that he couldn't do.
