A modern, vibrant young woman named Xie Yan died prematurely and was reborn with her memories into the harsh 1950s. The good news was that she had a golden finger, the spatial ability she had alway...
As soon as the two stepped into the private room, the eight handsome men bowed and, like well-trained dancers, immediately went on stage to begin their performance.
Their performances were diverse, ranging from perfectly synchronized duets with fluid, coordinated movements and expressive eye contact that seemed to tell a mysterious story, to solo dances where the performers exuded charisma and showcased their stage presence to the fullest. Their professional stage presence and exquisite stage design were in no way inferior to those of professional idols in the entertainment industry.
The dance they performed was originally a very proper choreography, but somehow, these handsome men performed it in a hot and alluring way. With the help of the lighting, an ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread in the private room.
The man in the blue velvet shirt, in particular, perfectly embodied this fiery charm; calling him a male vixen wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Every glance he gave, every gesture he made, seemed to carry an invisible hook, easily drawing everyone's attention and making it hard to look away.
Jiaojiao, standing next to Xie Yan, was already completely captivated. Her eyes were glued to the stage, and she didn't want to look away for a moment. She even took the time to explain to Xie Yan, "Don't worry, sister. I've seen their medical reports, and they're all perfectly healthy."
As she spoke, she took a room key from her bag and handed it to Xie Yan, saying, "Take this and take me upstairs." Throughout the conversation, her eyes never left the stage.
Xie Yan took the room key, which clearly read "2301".
His lips twitched violently involuntarily.
Goodness, Jiaojiao is really well prepared!
To be fair, these men are more handsome than many celebrities in the entertainment industry. In the past, this kind of appearance would definitely have been Xie Yan's type.
Especially the man in the black shirt, with his collar casually open, revealing his delicate collarbone, which also had a small mole on it, as if it were a stroke of genius from heaven. He perfectly blended the two completely different qualities of sexiness and asceticism. Coupled with his sculpted, deep and three-dimensional features, he was definitely a male protagonist in a novel with the looks of a novel.
If it were a previous thank-you banquet, I would definitely be thrilled, and my heart might even flutter.
However, now she seems to have her heart sealed with cement, her eyes only filled with admiration for handsome men, without any other thoughts.
For a moment, Xie Yan even began to wonder if it was because he had once been a man that his sexual orientation had changed and he had started to like women.
Thinking this, Xie Yan slowly turned his head and looked at Jiao Jiao beside him.
Jiaojiao is definitely a great beauty. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has an outstanding temperament. Moreover, the two of them share similar interests and get along very well. According to the usual tropes in novels, if he likes a woman, he will definitely have feelings for her.
But after glancing at it a few times, Xie Yan looked away with disdain.
Hey!
The handsome men on stage are more charming; look at those sexy abs, haha!
Xie Yan had no idea what he was talking about.
Hahahaha!
Does it count as having an itchy hand and wanting to touch it?
Jiaojiao had no idea what Xie Yan was thinking at the moment. She turned her head and whispered, "Today is to broaden your horizons. Take a look and see which one you like. You choose first."
The thank-you banquet was a bit awkward!
What to do? She just wants them to dance for her, she has no other intentions.
Jiaojiao quickly noticed that Xie Yan was acting strangely. She waved to the handsome men on the stage, signaling them to step down.
Before long, only the two of them remained in the private room.
Jiaojiao picked up a glass of champagne, lay back on the sofa, gently swirling the glass, her eyes full of doubt. "Tell me, what's wrong with you? These are all top male models here, how come you don't feel anything?"
Xie Yan nodded helplessly and said truthfully, "Yes, I also find it quite strange." After a pause, she hesitated for a moment, then said, "Do you think it's possible that I actually like women?"
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jiao was so frightened that she took a big step back, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes revealing a hint of wariness. "I... I only like men!"
"Let me tell you! You absolutely mustn't have any other thoughts about me!"
Xie Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes and said irritably, "Don't worry, I don't like you either!"
"I only love my wife." But she said the last sentence so softly that no one heard her except herself.
Hearing Xie Yan say he didn't like her, Jiao Jiao suddenly felt confident again. Like a slippery fish, she instantly moved to Xie Yan's side. "Then what kind do you like? There are female celebrities here too."
"Wow!" Xie Yan said with a hint of teasing, "The owners here really don't miss any opportunity to make money!"
Jiaojiao reached out and gently pinched Xie Yan's cheek, saying coquettishly, "Stop being so cheeky, tell me what kind you like so we can make a move sooner or someone else will snatch it up."
Xie Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the image of his wife involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
What kind of girl does she like?
Of course, it should be like her daughter-in-law!
He was strong, agile, and handsome, with big, captivating phoenix eyes. He exuded a heroic spirit with every move he made, and he also knew martial arts... Thinking of this, Xie Yan's eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of tenderness and nostalgia.
After listening to Xie Yan's long description, Jiao Jiao's eyes lit up, and she excitedly slapped her thigh: "Sister, it seems you really like women! But there really is someone like that over here, just you wait!"
After saying that, Jiaojiao immediately took out her phone and quickly made a call.
Not long after, the door to the private room slowly opened, and a tall woman dressed in a black outfit walked in.
As soon as the woman entered, Xie Yan, relying on his experience gained from his previous life as a wife, could tell at a glance that she had indeed practiced martial arts.
However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her martial arts skills seemed mediocre, probably just for show.
Sure enough, the girl started by demonstrating a set of boxing techniques.
She moved with a light and graceful gait, her punches whistling through the air; her movements were beautiful and full of power.
Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she excitedly whispered in Xie Yan's ear, "I didn't expect you to like this kind of thing! It's really good. Look at that punch she just threw, it looked so powerful."
"You sisters have great taste!"
Xie Yan nodded perfunctorily while mentally making various comments about the girl.
For some reason, Xie Yan disliked this girl, perhaps because her temperament did resemble his wife's somewhat.
These similarities left Xie Yan with a feeling of unease, but her upbringing over the years wouldn't allow her to do anything wrong, like interrupting someone else's performance.