After Wen Muxue sat down, she symbolically ordered a few skewers of yakitori and a drink, then quietly sat beside Tang Yuan.
Having battled with Su Xiaoxiao for over two years, Wen Muxue was well aware of her strengths and weaknesses.
So, tonight she chose a loose women's shirt, cleverly concealing her less advantageous bust line.
After sitting down, Wen Muxue naturally tied the somewhat long hem of her women's shirt around her slender waist, which was too delicate to grasp, and simultaneously unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt.
With exquisite collarbones and a long, graceful neck, Wen Muxue, who had practiced dance for years, still stood as tall as a slender white poplar even when seated.
The confidence and pride radiating from within made her as dazzling as a bright pearl in the night sky.
In addition, her long, beautiful legs, completely exposed, were now crossed, with full, rounded thighs and slender, taut calves.
Although Wen Muxue had recently transformed into a 'welfare girl,' giving Tang Yuan some resistance to her beauty, photos are always just photos.
When the real thing appeared before his eyes, Tang Yuan's gaze still couldn't help but frequently dart towards Wen Muxue's beautiful legs.
This almost drove Su Xiaoxiao, who had been secretly observing, to death.
Seduction, is it?
Going all out, is it?
Who's afraid of whom!
Su Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, then activated her dramatic mode.
"Oh dear…"
"It's a bit hot, isn't it?"
Su Xiaoxiao muttered feigning, while her right hand naturally unbuttoned the top three buttons of her high-shouldered Polo shirt, which was paired with her hip-hugging skirt.
In an instant, a glimpse of extreme whiteness and depth appeared in Tang Yuan's peripheral vision.
What is growth?
So-called growth is when you hear the words "surging waves" and no longer associate them with the ocean.
Over the past half-month, Tang Yuan had interacted with Su Xiaoxiao extensively.
Although Su Xiaoxiaowas usually very proactive, her style of dress was always sexy but not revealing.
This time, Su Xiaoxiao was truly pushed to her limits by Wen Muxue.
On the lively dining table, undercurrents flowed.
Both Wen Muxue and Su Xiaoxiao were cunning as thousand-year-old foxes; seemingly smiling, in reality, each harbored her own schemes.
"Senior, are you hot?"
"If you're hot, I'll fan you."
Su Xiaoxiao leaned closer to Tang Yuan, her body half-turned towards him, speaking in a sweet voice while fanning him with her fair, tender right hand.
"I'm fine," Tang Yuan seemed unaware of the two girls' intentions.
He casually took out the fan from his work pants pocket:
"Here, I have a fan. You can fan yourself."
Su Xiaoxiao had only intended to use the opportunity to get closer to Tang Yuan, but she hadn't expected Tang Yuan to carry a fan with him.
Her plan foiled, she had no choice but to take the fan Tang Yuan handed her and casually open it.
In an instant, the lifelike scenery of Mount Luofu on the gilded fan surface appeared before Su Xiaoxiao's eyes.
"Wow!"
"Senior, your fan is so beautiful!"
"It's simply a work of art!"
Su Xiaoxiao's eyes widened slightly as she sincerely praised him.
At this moment, Li Qiming, who had been chatting and drinking with Chen Yongbing beside him, heard Su Xiaoxiao's emotional voice and subconsciously looked over.
The next second, Li Qiming's eyes widened, and he seemed to be silenced as if by Garen….