102: C102 Steel-pipe Dancing

C102 Steel-pipe Dancing

The first time she went to the nightclub, it was the Rose Paradise. Mu Qianhan was in a hurry to find peace, so she didn't pay attention to the decorations.

When she came out, she was forcefully dragged out by Moo Yifeng, so she naturally didn't notice.

She looked around curiously, just like a new kid. However, she had forgotten what she came here for. Did Moo Yifeng bring her to this nightclub for her to enjoy?

"Looks like I didn't find the wrong place. You're really interested in the nightclub." Moo Yifeng's voice sounded.

When she looked at Mu Qianhan, there was a taunting glint in her eyes, causing a trace of unease to flash across her eyes.

"I don't like nightclubs." Mu Qianhan weakly retorted.

Moo Yifeng did not respond to her retort, but said, "There are countless nightclub programs. On that stage, there are a lot of shows. The stage today belongs to you. " Moo Yifeng said casually as he leaned on the sofa as if he was waiting for Mu Qianhan's reaction.

On the stage in the middle of the hall, where the spotlight was most concentrated, there was only a single piece of stainless steel pipe connected to the ceiling and stage.

It took Mu Qianhan several minutes to digest the meaning behind Moo Yifeng's words. Was she asking her to perform on that stage to make him happy? Just like the dancers at the nightclub.

She raised her head and looked at Moo Yifeng's face.

The latter's sharp eyes looked back, seemingly saying, "Didn't you say you were going to plead for your Senior Brother Shen?" Then go up and please me. When I'm happy, I'll sign the contract.

That gaze forced Mu Qianhan to close her eyes. She couldn't even plead with her lowly self …

Moo Yifeng looked at Mu Qianhan without blinking. He was waiting for her to regret and for her to come over to tell him that she wouldn't plead on Shen Zilee's behalf.

However, when Mu Qianhan stood up with her back facing him, he was disappointed.

She was still insistent on pleading for her lover …

Mu Qianhan walked very slowly. To her, the short distance of over ten meters was as long as tens of thousands of meters.

Her face was wet and shiny in the neon light.

Mu Qianhan walked up to the stage step by step. The sound of her high heels also hit Moo Yifeng's heart step by step.

He watched her with her back to him as she took off her high heels on the stage and slowly walked to the center of the stage and stood in front of the steel pipe.

Mu Qianhan looked at the ice-cold steel pipe. To her, this steel pipe was a form of mental torture. She had only heard of the dancing before, but she didn't know how to dance.

"Why aren't we moving? Are you waiting for me to come and invite you? " The soul-stirring voice sounded from behind them, causing Mu Qianhan to shudder.

As long as he hesitated, then that was good. He had to hurry and get down now! Moo Yifeng wanted to roar out.

He wanted her to remember that the price she had to pay to plead for her old lover was not something she could bear. He wanted her to retreat.

Unexpectedly, he didn't succeed in making her retreat, but instead made her face the difficulties head-on. Poor President Moocheng had failed again! It seemed like he would always be misguided in front of Mu Qianhan, how could he not understand!

When Mu Qianhan raised her right hand and slowly held the steel pipe, Moo Yifeng's heart was filled with hope.

His heart was filled with rage, yet it was mixed with a trace of faint anticipation and some emotions that even he wasn't clear about.

Mu Qianhan did not know how to dance, nor did she know how to dance with steel pipes. But sometimes, this person was just that strange.

Mu Qianhan did exactly that. She used both hands to grab onto the steel pipe and slowly walked around it. As she did so, she delivered her weight onto the steel pipe while crying.

Alright, because it was too cumbersome to wear a coat, she even took off her coat. Inside was a long woolen skirt that was very close to her body, exposing her perfect curves to the steel pipe.

In the nightclub, the steel pipe dance carried an emotional performance. Moo Yifeng originally wanted to scare Mu Qianhan, but Mu Qianhan was not scared.

The dance she had casually fumbled out for him made him unable to look away.2

Perhaps it was due to the addition of the arena, but it made Mu Qianhan's blood boil with shame. However, this was Moo Yifeng's request. She could only do her best to please him.

On the surface, Moo Yifeng sat on the floor with no expression on his face. It was so cold that people thought Mu Qianhan's dance had no effect on him. In reality, Moo Yifeng was on the verge of exploding.

She didn't understand sex appeal, she didn't understand seduction, she didn't understand pleasing, and it was precisely these shyness that didn't know how to interweave that successfully aroused his desire.

His eyes burned hotter and hotter on her.

Mu Qianhan's tears fell drop by drop on the steel pipe, adding a bit of coolness to the cold steel pipe.

It wasn't until she finally lost all her strength that she collapsed onto the stage. She couldn't do anything to please him. There was nothing she could do, so she let Senior Brother Shen down …

"Don't you want to continue?" Warm spray by the ear. Moo Yifeng, who didn't know what the conversation was about, had already arrived behind Mu Qianhan.

His eyes found the tears on her face, and he looked away.

"It's useless, isn't it …" Mu Qianhan felt that the voice behind her was like a demon from hell, cold and merciless.

He did not reply, but simply pressed Mu Qianhan down on the steel pipe, lowering his head to kiss the mouth that he was so infatuated with.

At this moment, Mu Qianhan had already forgotten that she was unsuccessful in pleasing Moo Yifeng. All of her attention was on Moo Yifeng.

"You really have the talent to dance with steel pipes!" It's really sexy! " Moo Yifeng's breathing was rough, and he couldn't bear it anymore as he whispered into Mu Qianhan's ear.

Hearing Moo Yifeng's whisper, Mu Qianhan felt as if the temperature in her blood was rising rapidly.

The strong light reflection, the stimulation created by Moo Yifeng behind her and the emptiness that she couldn't ask for, made Mu Qianhan twist.

"Wind..." "Ahhh!" The voice of prayer came out of the back of his throat.

The unexpected act of half acting coquettishly and half begging also provoked Moo Yifeng, who was behind her, greatly.

He wasn't pleased by her? That would probably only be able to fool someone as innocent as Mu Qianhan.

"Begging me!" Moo Yifeng's low voice showed his patience.

"Please …" "Ahhh!"

His touch, his enthusiasm, burned all her reason to ashes. In the white ash, there was a familiar touch, the only one that belonged to him.

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