"No way, no way. The Ninth Master brought someone out from our group. Did you see who it was?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Other than Long Yuning, who else can our dance troupe be worthy of Ninth Master's attention?"
"Tsk tsk, did you guys notice? Ninth Master's neck is covered in kiss marks, and there's also lipstick at the corners of his mouth. No wonder he and Yuning stayed in the dressing room for so long…"
The entire backstage was burning with gossip. As they watched Xie Jiuhan and Feng Qing leave, everyone revealed an understanding expression.
…
In the Bentley, Feng Qing took off her hat and mask and heaved a long sigh of relief. This feeling of sneaking around was quite exciting. After the romp in the dressing room just now, her face had become even smoother and more tender. There was still a flush on both sides of her face.
