Ou Mingxuan: "For example, in this position right now, you shouldn't have such a wooden expression..."
Qin Mengying: "Then what should it be like?"
Ou Mingxuan: "Can't you be a bit more flirtatious?"
Qin Mengying: "Sorry, I can't be flirtatious!"
Ou Mingxuan: "..."
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In the upscale private room, the clinking of glasses mingled with the scent of perfume and the shadows of people. On the sofa, a woman in a red cheongsam leaned against a man's shoulder singing. In the corner, a man with his shirt half-open embraced a seductive woman, kissing her passionately... It was as if they were isolated from the clamor of the world, a realm filled with decadence and indulgence.
