She smiled faintly, her eyes teasing slightly, sending out a provocative signal.
Her dance moves became more frenzied and rapid, the difficulty escalating. The man struggled to keep up with the pace, his movements becoming chaotic and stiff, until he had no choice but to leave the dance floor in defeat.
Another unwilling to concede took his place, only to fail again...
The heckling in the bar grew louder, and everyone’s eyes were on her; she had become the center of attention in the entire nightclub. Fresh chapters posted on novel_fіre.net
In a bar, of course, there’s never a shortage of powerful and privileged second-generation rich. A man in his late twenties sat on the sofa, gently stroking his chin, watching her with an amused look in his eyes.
Her figure and appearance were enough to attract men like him.
The man gestured to his subordinate with a hook of his finger, whispering a few words in his ear.
After Mo Ran finished dancing and stepped out of the dance floor, someone stopped her, gesturing towards the man on the sofa and said, "Miss, our young master would like to invite you for a drink, is that okay?"
Although it was phrased as a question, Mo Ran knew she had no room to refuse.
She looked at the man; his appearance was ordinary, and no matter how finely dressed, he couldn’t conceal his sleazy nature, which immediately sparked a flash of disgust in her.
Yet, she maintained a faint smile on her face.
"Of course, that’s fine..." She smiled and walked towards the man.
"May I inquire how to address you, sir?" she asked warmly as she sat down beside him.
Seeing her initiative and warmth, the man thought she was a libertine woman and his face lit up with glee, "I am Mr. Chen, with the given name Yao. May I ask how the miss is addressed?"
Mimicking his tone, Mo Ran replied, "My surname is Li, first name Nainai, Li Nainai. Mr. Chen, you may call me Nainai."
Her accommodating attitude pleased the man even more, and he casually placed an arm around her shoulder.
"I wonder if Nainai is free tonight? I would like to invite you over to my place," the suggestion was very blunt and naked.
Mo Ran pinched his fingers and lifted his hand off her, a charming smile on her face, "I can’t do that. My brother doesn’t allow me to come home late."
"No worries, just tell him you’re going to a friend’s place to hang out," his hand reached out again, his eyes gleaming with sleaziness.
"Okay. But first, I need to give him a call to let him know," she said.
"That’s fine," the man said with a smile.
Mo Ran casually took out her phone and dialed Gu Yixuan’s number; it barely rang once before being answered.