After his cousin's wife moved out, Li Baolong lived alone. With the holidays approaching, he made the most of his time reviewing his textbooks, hoping to achieve good results in his second-year high school final exams. A week later, having just finished his exams, Li Baolong decided to visit his cousin Huang Jian, whom he hadn't seen for a month or two.
Li Baolong hailed a taxi and told the driver, "Driver, to Yingui Square." Fifteen minutes later, he got out and walked across the alley. He saw a basement with a neon sign that read "Honghong Dance Hall." Li Baolong thought to himself that the name probably meant the dance hall would be very successful.
Entering the dance hall, the lighting was dim, and it wasn't open yet. Only an elderly woman was mopping the floor. Li Baolong politely asked, "Hello, ma'am, is the owner, Huang Jian, here?" The woman looked at him and replied, "The owner here isn't Huang Jian, it's a woman named Honghong." Li Baolong suddenly understood the connection between the dance hall's name and the owner's wife. The woman added, "Please wait a little longer, tickets will be sold soon, and the owner's wife will be here soon." Li Baolong responded, "Okay, thank you."
About an hour later, his cousin Huang Jian and a tall woman walked in. Li Baolong quickly stood up to greet them, "Cousin, cousin." Huang Jian saw that it was Li Baolong and walked over with a smile, "Little brother Baolong, what brings you here?" Li Baolong replied, "You haven't been home for a month or two, so I came to see what you've been up to."
Huang Jian smiled and introduced, "Brother Baolong, look, this dance hall is over a thousand square meters, with more than a dozen private rooms. The total investment was over ten thousand yuan. This is my partner, Sister Yanhong." Yanhong stepped forward, smiling, and said, "You must be Brother Baolong. Your cousin often mentions you; you're so handsome, dashing, and promising." Li Baolong couldn't help but blush, sizing up the woman. She was about 170 cm tall, similar to him, a rather outstanding height in Sichuan Province. She wore a short skirt and black stockings, with black high heels. Her figure was model-like, with a curvaceous figure, especially her full breasts, which were particularly eye-catching.
Cousin Huang Jian pulled Li Baolong into the next room, his expression slightly forlorn. He said, "Baolong, my wife Xiaomei and I broke up. She complains that I can't earn money and nags me every day." Li Baolong gave a soft "Oh," and asked, "So, cousin, where do you live now?" Huang Jian replied, "I live with Honghong. I help her manage the dance hall at night. I get a few hundred yuan a month in pocket money, and I'm quite content. Honghong is a few years older than me, but she treats me very well. I like her, and if possible, I'd like to marry her." Li Baolong said, "Cousin, as long as it's not illegal or criminal, you can find someone who makes you happy." Huang Jian smiled, "Don't worry, this is just a place for everyone to dance and have fun. We make money from ticket sales and drinks." "That's good," Li Baolong responded.
Huang Jian stood up and said, "Come on, let's go out and have some fun. You should learn to dance too. When I was your age, I already had several girlfriends. You're still a virgin, right? Haha." Huang Jian teased.
Li Baolong walked out of the room with his head down. He saw that nearly a hundred people had already entered the dance hall, men and women dancing together, the scene lively and noisy. At this moment, the proprietress, Honghong, came over and handed him a bottle of Tianfu Cola, saying, "Little brother Baolong, have a drink." Li Baolong quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Sister Honghong." Honghong added, "Come sit for a while. I'll have Zhang Fang dance with you later. If you don't know how, she can teach you. You're an adult now, you should learn." Hearing this, Li Baolong lowered his head shyly.
Soon, a petite, fair-skinned, and beautiful girl approached. Honghong introduced her, "Zhang Fang, this is my younger brother, Baolong. You can teach him to dance; he's just entered society and doesn't know anything yet." Zhang Fang replied, "Okay, Sister Honghong, I will definitely teach Baolong." With that, Zhang Fang reached out and took Li Baolong's hands, leading him towards the center of the dance hall. In the dim light, Li Baolong felt uneasy, nervous, and excited. This peculiar feeling reminded him of the time his cousin-in-law, Jiang Xiaomei, had given him a massage.
The dim lighting, like a hazy veil, gently enveloped the entire dance floor, and the popular slow waltz flowed like a babbling brook through the air. Zhang Fang, with her graceful figure, slightly tiptoed, her hands gently encircling Li Baolong's neck like vines entwining a tree trunk. Her lips, as delicate as rose petals, brushed close to Li Baolong's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice as soft as a breeze across a lake: "Baolong, relax, don't tense up."
Li Baolong's face was already flushed, and he replied shyly, "Sister Fangfang, I'm too shy to hug you." His eyes darted away, avoiding Zhang Fang's affectionate gaze. Seeing this, Zhang Fang's lips curved into a charming smile. She extended her slender fingers and gently grasped Li Baolong's slightly stiff hands, placing them on her slender waist with an irresistible tenderness. Her gaze was firm yet gentle as she looked at Li Baolong and said, "Just hold me tight."
Li Baolong slowly tightened his grip, clearly feeling the warmth of Zhang Fang's waist seeping through her clothes. At this moment, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Li Baolong felt as if he were holding a huge, soft cloud—a wondrous sensation he had never experienced before. His heart suddenly raced, as if it would leap out of his chest. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, but the exquisite excitement surged within him like a rising tide, wave after wave crashing against his heart, leaving him completely captivated.
They danced to the rhythm of the music, each step seeming to express the subtle emotions in their hearts. Li Baolong's dance steps were a little awkward at first, but under Zhang Fang's guidance, they gradually became smoother. Their figures intertwined and twirled in the dim light, as if the whole world had shrunk to just this small dance floor and the sound of their breaths.
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