"My name is Roger Allen, you can also call me Ximen Chuixue, this is my Chinese name."

Ye Qingqing was surprised to find that her dance partner could speak fluent Chinese, though it was a little stiff. But then she thought it wasn't surprising; perhaps this guy was of mixed Chinese and Chinese descent!

But his Chinese name really made her happy: Ximen Chuixue, oh my god!

"Why don't you call yourself Lu Xiaofeng?" Ye Qingqing asked, suppressing a laugh.

This guy was clearly a loyal fan of Gu Long, which made her like him a lot more, because she also liked Gu Long, her favorite martial arts novelist, and second only to Jin Yong.

Roger shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, Lu Xiaofeng talks too much and lacks the demeanor of a great hero. Do you know why so many powerful people died?"

"Why?" Ye Qingqing asked curiously as she followed the great swordsman Ximen around in circles.

Roger's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Because they talk too much. It's not that they're less capable, but that they talk too much. Someone like Ximen Chuixue is much better—ruthless and taciturn, drawing his sword the moment he sees someone. He's too formidable!"

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched. She really wanted to wake up this silly girl in front of her who had already passed her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) stage. Miao Tianxiang really went to great lengths to arrange such a silly girl as her dance partner.

“I prefer Hua Manlou. He’s a gentleman of jade-like character, deeply affectionate and devoted, and he can’t see. Isn’t that wonderful?” Ye Qingqing said.

"Why? Don't you mind that he's disabled?" Roger asked, puzzled.

"Why complain? Hua Manlou's blindness doesn't affect his ability to take care of himself, and his martial arts skills are so amazing. Most importantly, he can't see women's beauty, ugliness, weight, or body shape. Isn't that great?" Ye Qingqing said with a smile.

Roger was completely bewildered by what she said and couldn't understand the girl's thought process at all.

However, he was happy that Ye Qingqing also liked reading Gu Long's novels, and asked curiously, "Then why don't you like Chu Liuxiang? He's handsome, rich, and highly skilled in martial arts."

"If I don't love him, all the women who follow Chu Liuxiang will die a horrible death, so why should I like him!"

Roger blinked, and after a long pause, nodded. "That seems to be true. A beautiful girl dies in every story of Chu Liuxiang. I didn't even notice until you mentioned it. You're really amazing!"

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. At first glance, Roger seemed like an arrogant and aloof nobleman, but after just a few words, she discovered that he was actually a talkative and funny guy, quite an interesting young man.

After dancing a couple of songs, the two finished talking about Gu Long's novels and then moved on to Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng. The more they talked, the more they clicked, so they decided to go to the rest area to continue. Miao Tianxiang's food preparations were as plentiful as ever, but Ye Qingqing had no appetite at all; she was already full just looking at the food.

Roger had a good appetite. He filled a plate with Chinese dim sum, including shrimp dumplings, siu mai, and fish balls. The plate was piled up like a small mountain. He ate them one by one with a fork, enjoying them immensely.

"I only had one cup of coffee this morning, I'm starving! It looks delicious, why aren't you eating?"

Roger was puzzled that Ye Qingqing wouldn't eat a single bite; how could she resist so much delicious food?

"I was forced to eat a giant sandwich before I came, but I couldn't finish it. You should eat more!" Ye Qingqing said honestly.

Roger laughed heartily, "You women are such a hassle when you go out. Let me tell you, those girls you see are not what they seem. They might be cheating on you in private, and they all have wild lifestyles. They even dare to smoke marijuana!"

Ye Qingqing wasn't surprised. Rich people tend to be even more reckless, and in some Western countries, marijuana use is legal. With a sudden thought, she pointed to Princess Julie, who was also resting on the other side, and asked, "Princess, you wouldn't, would you?"