As the music started up in the bar, Zhou Fan pulled Chen Yao to her feet and grinned at Zheng Sisi. "Miss Zheng, you two aren't just going to sit there, are you? This is a dance track! Since you're here to have fun, you've got to dance!"
Without waiting for a reply, and not caring if the other two were embarrassed, Zhou Fan pulled Chen Yao into his arms and led her to a nearby corner.
"If you want to dance, let's dance, but why drag me over to a corner?" Although Chen Yao had had a little to drink, she was still a bit nervous about being pulled into a less crowded corner. She pressed her small hands against Zhou Fan's chest and asked shyly.
"I was just worried you'd be embarrassed with so many people around," Zhou Fan said, looking at Chen Yao with a wicked grin. Her face, already flushed from the alcohol, was now an even deeper shade of red. 'She looks like a ripe apple,' he thought, 'one I can't help but want to bite.'
