"But I was following your actions." Is it really that ugly?" Yin Xiaofan helplessly said.
Uncle, don't blame others. They dance well, it's not a duck twisting forcefully. Clearly, this dance was choreographed by Uncle himself. It's really not good for Uncle. The girl quickly said.
"Can you teach me how to dance?" Yin Xiaofan suggested to the girl, who danced well.
"Uncle, you're really not good at speaking," the girl scornfully said to Yin Xiaofan. "Do you want to invite me for a drink after dancing, get me drunk, and then take me away when I'm confused?"
Yin Xiaofan was stunned after hearing the girl's words. He just wanted to learn to dance. How could he have been misunderstood by the girl? Yin Xiaofan didn't really think that way.
But if you think about it carefully, Yin Xiaofan would realize where they were—the bar, a place for lonely men and women to indulge for a night.
Looking at the girl, it's clear she's someone who frequents bars and knows the rules here.
