The lamp shrouded in thin gauze was repositioned at the bedside, casting a circle of soft halo on the bedroom carpet under Zhou Wang's deliberate manipulation.
Jenny tentatively extended her delicate toe into the halo, then turned around. She tried hard to maintain a stoic expression, but the unprecedented sense of shame still made her body tremble uncontrollably.
As the music reached higher rhythms, she was driven by the primal dance instincts rooted in her genes, causing her movements to become faster and broader.
Throughout this process, Zhou Wang admired the delicate beauty brought forth by her flawless form without an ounce of excess flesh and several times found himself tempted to speak.
…because Jenny, with her lightly trembling body, constantly gave Zhou Wang an impression of imminent collapse, like a drop of morning dew about to fall under the dim light.
Zhou Wang worried that a certain move might suddenly cause her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.
