"It’s alright, you’ll get used to it soon."
This sudden gesture, filled with a protective desire, made Qian Lele’s heart skip a beat.
Feeling Tang Song’s presence, she dumbly said, "Thank you...brother."
Tang Song couldn’t help but pinch her cheek.
Li Jingrong and Wu Siqi exchanged a glance, both breaking into knowing smiles.
They instinctively distanced themselves a bit from the two.
Zhang Minghua smacked his lips and squeezed into the crowd.
After a simple arrangent, the shoot officially started.
Everyone was in their twenties, and in such an atmosphere, they quickly got into the groove, dancing along with the music’s rhythm.
Seeing the Cinderella still a bit nervous and uptight in his embrace.
Tang Song released her, patting her back, and leaned in to say loudly in her ear, "Actually, I haven’t been to such occasions much either. We’ll just dance along with them carelessly, after all, it’s just demons dancing wildly! Haha."
Hearing his exaggerated description, Qian Lele burst into laughter, her eyes shedding most of their tension.
Looking around at the youthful and energetic faces, and Tang Song’s encouraging glance.
Qian Lele took a deep breath and began to mimic their movents, gently swaying her body.
She danced casually, without rhy or rhythm, but that unique youthful energy truly was brimming with charm.
Under the cover of the music, Tang Song leaned close to her ear again, "You dance beautifully, keep it up."
Qian Lele instantly smiled like a flower, her movents becoming bigger unconsciously.
She was just a twenty-year-old, optimistic, hardworking, and positive, once having days of loving to play and joke.
Yet due to heavy family burdens, she had to suppress all the reckless happiness belonging to her age.
Pouring too much energy into work and study, seldom having truly enjoyable monts for herself.
At this mont, having had a bit to drink, with Tang Song right by her side.
She temporarily forgot about her family, responsibilities, pressure, and inferiority.
In this noisy and liberating dance floor, she completely let go of herself.
Jumping, spinning, her crisp ponytail drew a graceful arc in the air.
A radiant and carefree smile blood on her face.
That aura unique to youth spread freely in the sweat and music, dazzling so much that one couldn’t look away.
Tang Song stood beside her, sowhat entranced.
Noticing his slightly heated gaze, Qian Lele felt a bit embarrassed, her movents gradually slowing down.
Tang Song breathed softly, showing her a bright smile.
Then he moved closer, sticking to her body, guiding her back into the rhythm of the music, gently dancing together.
The blurry and flickering lights, the surrounding lively crowd, the faint bodily contact, the exhaling breath, the hot body temperature...
"Bang, bang bang—"
The intense heartbeat echoed like a drum in Qian Lele’s ears, almost drowning out all the sounds at the venue.
The ultimate ambiguity and heart-throbbing seed infinitely amplified at this mont.
Her body tingled with a crisp shiver.
...
In the shadows in the corner of the stage.
Crisp, who was seriously filming behind-the-scenes videos with her phone, had a dazed expression.
With one glance, she saw the exceptionally outstanding "second male lead" Tang Song in the dance floor.
He was intimately dancing with a pure and sexy girl, their bodies close, the girl smiling brightly, clearly having an unusual relationship.
Recalling the chaotic scene that just occurred in the booth.
Crisp’s brain instantly went "boom," imdiately conjuring a series of dramatic love-hate dramas!
The second male lead seems truly hurt!
He’s surely trying to provoke Sister Qingqing deliberately! Wanting to attract her attention in this childish yet domineering way!
He wants Sister Qingqing to be jealous! Want her to regret!
Oh my! So what should Sister Qingqing do?
Will she rush down now, staging a scene of "stealing a man"?!
However, it’s obviously not ti for her to worry about that now.
She quickly gathered her thoughts, following the staff’s hint, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the stage.
Luckily, her task was simple, just as a specially invited guest to sing a song and say a few words to lift the mood.
After finishing the song, amidst enthusiastic applause from the audience, she gracefully bowed and stepped off the stage.
Then, without a mont’s delay, she slipped to the VIP booth on the second floor and reported her "major discovery" in detail to Big Sister Qing.
"Big Sister Qingqing, what to do?!"
Xu Qing pursed her lips, looking at the dim and chaotic dance floor downstairs, without a trace of surprise or panic on her face.
She naturally knew Tang Song had many won around him.
But in front of her "mini accessory," she had to maintain her "strong female lead" persona.
Thinking of this, her dark eyes turned.
Picking up the Long Island Iced Tea on the table, she took a gentle sip.
Licking her rosy lips, she said calmly, "n, eh, always like to use such childish ways to attract my attention, let him be. After he’s done, he’ll naturally return."
Her voice carried three points of disdain, three points of helplessness, and four points of insightful understanding.
Boom—
This remark, like a thunderstrike, split open Crisp’s brain filled with cliché gossip!
Her eyes were instantly filled with imnse shock and awe!
It turns out, the adult world, especially the emotional world of top elites like Big Sister Qingqing, is so... mysterious and profound!
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