The two of them danced in the middle of the floor for a while and both got a bit tired, so they went to the bar on the side to rest.
The man's eyes were glued to Zhuang Chujiao, and his hands were even more unruly, touching her all over.
Zhuang Chujiao acted like she didn't notice. She loved seeing men bewitched by her. She could put up with a toad like Jiang Yutai, so a wild swan like this was nothing.
Besides, there was a rebellious streak in her heart.
Wasn't Jiang Jingheng looking down on her, treating her like nothing? There were other men who would worship her like a goddess.
She took a sip of her drink and gave the man a sweet smile. "Am I pretty?"
The man flattered her, saying, "Pretty doesn't even begin to cover it, miss. Your vibe, your body, all first-class. You've hooked my soul right out of me."
As he spoke, he ordered another drink for Zhuang Chujiao.
