Dance Studio

Huo Shen walked back to his office and began organizing documents. He needed to find a good excuse to visit Hua'er's office to discuss work matters—this way, he wouldn't arouse her displeasure and could justify seeing her properly.

Jiang Qing was visibly surprised when Lin Xuan appeared. "Young Master Lin, what brings you here?"

After spending so much time in bed with Boss Su, shouldn't Young Master Lin still be resting at Night Garden?

Jiang Qing noticed the expression on Lin Xuan's face.

The heavy dark circles under his eyes had faded, and his complexion had recovered. He looked energetic and refreshed.

Jiang Qing couldn’t help but nod in approval.

No wonder Young Master Lin had managed to build up the Golden Dragon Gang. Not only was he skilled in martial arts, but his stamina also recovered astonishingly fast.

Both Young Master Lin and Boss Su were absolute monsters.

Lin Xuan replied, "Secretary Jiang, I’m here to bring Hua'er her meal."

He moved to push open the office door.

"Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing stopped him. "Boss Su isn’t in her office."

"Then is Hua'er still in a meeting?" Lin Xuan frowned.

Jiang Qing hesitated.

Previously, Boss Su had kept her dancing practice a secret from Lin Xuan to surprise him. Now that she had already performed for him, there shouldn’t be any harm in letting him know she was still practicing, right?

With that thought, Jiang Qing answered truthfully, "Young Master Lin, Boss Su is in the dance studio. Please follow me."

Lin Xuan: "!!!"

A dance studio?!

Su Corporation actually had a dance studio?!

No wonder Hua'er had danced so beautifully on their first anniversary—she had been secretly practicing!

"Secretary Jiang," Lin Xuan couldn’t resist asking, "When did Su Corporation get a dance studio?"

"About two months ago," Jiang Qing replied with a smile. "Boss Su wanted to perform a dance for you on your first meeting anniversary, so she converted this office and even hired a dance instructor."

Lin Xuan’s expression was indescribable.

Hua'er really would go to any lengths to seduce him.

But he had to admit—he loved that dance.

Jiang Qing led Lin Xuan to the dance studio and pulled the door open. "Young Master Lin, after you."

Once Lin Xuan stepped inside, Jiang Qing prepared to leave.

This was not the time to stay and play the role of a glaring third wheel.

Just as she was about to close the door, she noticed the lunchbox in Lin Xuan’s hand.

She strode over. "Young Master Lin, holding this might be inconvenient for you. Let me take it to the office for you."

"Alright."

Lin Xuan nodded.

Jiang Qing took the lunchbox from him and swiftly exited the dance studio.

The door closed, leaving only Su Hua and Lin Xuan in the spacious room.

Su Hua had noticed Lin Xuan the moment he entered.

She didn’t stop but continued dancing gracefully in her short skirt.

Originally, she had been practicing more conservative moves.

But the moment Lin Xuan appeared, she switched to a dance full of seductive allure—arching her back, swaying her hips, twisting her waist.

Her slender figure, her snow-white thighs swaying before Lin Xuan’s eyes—

His mind involuntarily flashed back to those seven days and nights when Su Hua had paraded before him in one skimpy outfit after another, teasing him relentlessly.

Every time Hua'er finished a tantalizing dance, she would eventually end up in his arms.

Her clothes would be torn apart.

And soon, they would be lost in the throes of passion.

Today’s outfit was relatively conservative—aside from being a little short.

But Su Hua’s figure was too perfect.

Her full chest, her perky backside, her delicate collarbone, those flawless legs—

Every inch of her was exquisite, and even modest clothing took on an entirely different allure when worn by her.

Su Hua had been dancing for so long that a fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin.

The droplets clinging to her neck and face only added to her irresistible charm.

Lin Xuan’s gaze remained fixed on her, unable to look away.

Su Hua’s eyes met his, and seeing his captivated expression, her red lips curled into a smirk.

Xuan really did love watching her dance.

She continued swaying her supple waist, moving closer until she was right in front of him.

"Xuan," Su Hua straddled his lap, raising a brow. "How was my dance just now?"

"Did you like it?"

As she spoke, her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid, powerful beat of his heart. Her lips curved. "I wonder… did it tempt you?"

Lin Xuan swallowed hard. "It was… decent."

Su Hua was slightly sweaty, but instead of any unpleasant odor, she carried a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

Su Hua’s smirk deepened.

Judging by Xuan’s reaction, he had fully recovered.

And if he was well-rested… then it was time for other activities.

"Xuan," the alluring woman whispered like a temptress, her crimson lips brushing against Lin Xuan's ear. "You’ve been staring at me while I danced—what exactly were you looking at?"

What was he looking at?

Lin Xuan’s mind replayed the scene of Su Hua dancing.

His gaze had lingered on her waist, her thighs, her chest…

None of it particularly decent.

And with each glance, his thoughts had drifted to the bedroom…

Lin Xuan quickly snapped himself out of it.

Where had his mind just wandered?

Su Hua’s eyes curved with amusement as she teased, "Xuan, were you just fantasizing about my body, hmm?"

"Hmm." Lin Xuan nodded unconsciously.

The moment he realized what he’d done, he averted his gaze, flustered.

He’d actually admitted it!

Truly, lust was a man’s downfall.

Su Hua’s smile deepened. Xuan had always avoided her before—yet this time, he’d actually confessed.

"Well, if Xuan wants my body, then as his girlfriend, I suppose I’ll have to indulge him," Su Hua purred, her lips curling.

Lin Xuan: "…"

Why did Hua’er make it sound like she was reluctantly humoring him?

Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted too?

"Xuan, we’ve never tried it in the dance studio before," Su Hua murmured, her eyes now dark with desire.

The hunger in her gaze was so deep it threatened to consume him whole.

Goodnight, lovelies.

Don’t stay up too late—this author’s nightlife is just getting started. Time for a midnight snack.

Thank you to Xiao-Kan for the five cups of milk tea,

And to Lai Shi Zhong Xia, Bei Di Cheng’s three little ducks, Xizztea, Anbo Shazhou’s wooden slip, Little Panda 06, and other sweethearts for the gifts.

Uu.