It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 188
It wasn't over yet, halfway through the music, Qiao Yue knelt on the ground and did floor movements, shaking her hair when it was time to shake her hair, and turning her chest when it was time to turn her chest.

She was sitting on the floor with her legs half-bent, caressing her legs carelessly, biting her red lips, with electricity in her eyes, then she stretched out her hand, and Shen Zheyi handed her over.

As a result, with the help of his hand, the girl who was sitting on the ground lifted her feet off the ground and hung on his body.

Gentle in my arms.

Shen Zheyi: "..."

Wipe Nima.

Did he really treat him as a cold steel pipe?
"Eyes." Qiao Yue whispered beside his ear.

Shen Zheyi: "...you are cruel."

It's such a time, it doesn't matter if his eyes are in place.

Shen Zheyi is a very flirtatious person, even though his current identity is just a steel pipe without emotion.

Just the look in the eyes of two people is very sparking.

Qiao Yue is usually cold and indifferent, but she is a completely different person on stage.

Passionate, sexy, charming.

Qiao Yue has several years of dance foundation.

I learned Chinese dance for two years when I was a child, and then took time out to study jazz for two or three years in junior high and high school, and I also learned pole dancing by the way.

Qiao Yue's hand lightly slid across Shen Zheyi's cheek, and then slid down, her body also swayed down, but the whole process was also facing the audience.

In the last few seconds of the music, she turned her back to Shen Zheyi, leaned her body back slightly, rested her head on his shoulder, stretched out her right hand, stroked his face down, and she slightly raised her head.

Cheers.

Shen Zheyi was also taken aback for a moment, his chest stopped.

But there was no touch of soft lips as expected, the moment she was about to touch, the light beam on the stage went out, and Qiao Yue pushed him away at the same time.

Shen Zheyi only felt that when her breath was lingering just now, the perfume on her body was more intense, and at this moment, she suddenly moved away and disappeared.

Qiao Yue walked in a hurry, her high heels stepped on the stage, like a runaway Singerella.

When the lights hit the stage again, both of them were gone, and then the dancer was still dancing, and the DJ in the venue easily re-mobilized the atmosphere.

Shen Zheyi followed Qiao Yue to the door of the women's toilet.

Qiao Yue let go of her hand covering her mouth and retched.

That nauseating feeling irritated her brain nerves from her stomach.

So disgusting.

She didn't eat anything for dinner, but at this moment she seemed to have vomited all her bile.

Qiao Yue never thought that her reaction when she saw someone kissing was actually mild.

She took the water again and wanted to wash her face, but she held back when she thought that she was wearing makeup on her face and couldn't touch it up without a bag.

After vomiting, she put her hands in front of the sink, saw herself in the mirror, and laughed at herself.

There is one problem with her being so big that she can't change it.

Work.

Even though I know it can't be done, I still have to do it.

Maybe one day I will do myself to death.

When she came out of the bathroom again, when she walked through the corridor with vain steps, she caught a glimpse of someone quietly leaning against the front wall from the corner of her eye.

The three glasses of wine she had just had had some strength, but not much.

Qiao Yue narrowed her eyes and saw the man clearly.

Passed by silently.

In the end, someone reached out and pulled her wrist, and Qiao Yue was thrown into his arms.

Shen Zheyi's voice came from above his head, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Yue stood up straight, "You don't need to curse me, I'm in good health."

She's just a little psychopathic.

(End of this chapter)