Yang Yuelian chuckled lightly, her golden eyes fixed intently, as the two of them instinctively intertwined their fingers.
She leaned closely against Meng Chuan, and whispered:
"You're still a teacher, don't use your title to deceive other young girls."
"How could that be? Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
"As long as you're clear-headed, that's fine. But today, you won't escape. It starts tomorrow!"
Yang Yuelian said, her bright eyes with a hint of allure stared unblinkingly at Meng Chuan's face.
"We've rested enough, dance one more dance with me."
"I want to dance a more passionate samba..."
Meng Chuan's gaze grew hotter, burning like a blaze.
The golden thunder pupils capable of melting iron revealed something mystical, the sun shone brightly in the Inner Realm.
Heart Fire kindled, the dance burst forth!
"Quack quack quack—"
Until the dawn of the next day, the croaking of frogs woke the sleeping beauty.
