After they placed their order, Su Xiyang got them a private booth.
Shen Fanyun picked up his coconut-flavored drink, crossed his legs, and stared unblinkingly at the center of the dance floor, where vivacious young women danced with abandon.
What a sight. Black shorts, tight T-shirts, and a pair of black high-heeled combat boots. Their long hair swayed with the rhythm, as if the very sight could make one's blood boil.
The frenetic scene was genuinely exhilarating. It was no wonder places like this were so popular with young people these days.
"You old pervert." Su Xiyang glanced at Shen Fanyun. He wasn't talking to her, just shamelessly appreciating the beautiful women with a fixed gaze, so she chided him lightly.
Shen Fanyun feigned innocence. "Can't I even take a look?"
"Hmph. Your eyes are on the pot while you're still eating from the bowl," Su Xiyang scoffed.
How interesting.
