The three dancers, perhaps feeling that someone had trespassed on their territory and were quite unhappy, danced even more energetically.

But after a few steps, he couldn't keep up with Hu Yining's dance steps. Instead of regaining the initiative, he seemed to be just there to complement her, and in the end, he could only stand aside dejectedly, looking at Hu Yining with an unfriendly expression.

As Hu Yining jumped, she looked down at the men cheering and going crazy for her. A slight smile played on her rose-red lips, making her look like a haughty queen looking down at the men below. In her heart, she enjoyed the excitement she brought, but at the same time, she felt disdain. Men were just playthings, only fit to warm her bed.

Just as she was dancing with great enthusiasm, a man appeared on the stage without her noticing.

This is a clean-cut and handsome foreign face. Beneath his messy blond hair are a pair of deep blue eyes that seem to suck away one's soul. He has a face as handsome as a marble statue, with features as if meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor.

The man was a great dancer; his long, straight legs, combined with Hu Yining's, made them seem like natural-born dancers. Every rhythm seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, perfectly synchronized.

A beautiful woman can make countless men excited, and a handsome man can certainly make countless women go crazy.

The two seemed to develop a deeper chemistry with each dance, evolving from a suggestive frivolous dance into a more intimate one. The blond man swayed and twisted his arms around Hu Yining's slender waist. His handsome appearance captivated the women below, leaving them mesmerized.

Hu Yining also slightly raised the corners of her mouth, raised her eyebrows slightly, and sent a flirtatious glance. She grabbed the man's tie with both hands, twisted her waist and pulled him towards her, bringing his head close to her face. She then gently blew a breath into his earlobe, a very obvious provocative gesture.

Hu Yining was a very outgoing person, and she was somewhat curious and interested in this man who had suddenly appeared. She usually liked to take the men who interested her to bed to "explore" them.

...

Inside the Han's Hotel!

Inside the presidential suite, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, and through the shower door, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen inside.

Mo Jingjing stood quietly under the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade over her from head to toe. The full-length mirror behind her was shrouded in the steam of the hot water, but her stunningly beautiful figure was still clearly visible in the reflection.

She was surrounded by thick heat, obscuring her expression, yet her coldness and aloofness were still palpable.

It took her a long time to turn off the shower, take a bathrobe from the stainless steel rack, put it on, and then casually wipe the water droplets from her head with a towel.

Drips of wet hair fell from her smooth hairline onto the white bathrobe. The downy fabric of the bathrobe felt comfortable and quickly absorbed the water droplets.

Mo Jing sat somewhat lazily on the off-white luxury sofa. She tapped the laptop in front of her a few times with one hand, and a video popped up on the screen.

If you look closely, you'll see that the background on the screen is almost identical to where Mo Jing is now—it's another presidential suite right across from her.

On the pure white bed, two naked bodies were intertwined, engaged in the most primal human activity, accompanied by discordant sounds.

This is... a live broadcast of Su Xuan and Su Qing!

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To be continued!