C17 The Dance of Enticement

Unlike the others, Tang Zilong sat in his seat, holding a wine glass in one hand and rubbing Feng Er, who had just come down from the dance floor, with the other. He fixed his eyes on the enchanting figure on the dance floor. He thought, What kind of girl is she? Why is she so hard to figure out?!

"Wow, so her dance is so good?" Lying in Tang Zilong's arms