Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

The man in front of me exudes an air of elegance, yet this elegance blends seamlessly with his military uniform.

"May I have you dance, charming lady!?"

His voice was also very deep and mellow, like a fine red wine that had been aged for a long time.

"Even though I'm sitting right here, can you still see me?"

It was only at this moment that Yu Qingyou came to her senses. She had huddled up there, how could he still feel her?

Could it be it my own extraordinary demeanor?

Was it because I was a firefly in the darkness? Unconsciously, I began to radiate that kind of light.

"Because I was forced here by a group of women, and then I saw you!"

He smiled, his eyes sparkling like little stars.

"Hello, my name is Feng Mohan."

He smiled and extended his hand to Yu Qingyou.

"My name is Yu Qingyou."

Out of politeness, Yu Qingyou also extended her hand, and the two clasped hands.

Once he held my hand, he wouldn't let go.

Just as Yu Qingyou was about to use a clever trick to pull her hand out, applause began to ring out from afar.

The ball has officially begun.

"Now let our young marshal dance with Miss Zhao to open this ball."

Liu Fusheng stood in the center of the dance floor and spoke loudly.

After Liu Fusheng finished speaking, everyone around him applauded.

Yu Qingyou narrowed her eyes. Damn, I wasn't watching for a moment, and they were already about to dance together.

Damn it, is this really necessary?

She had already gone to great lengths to make Zhang Dingtian love her, so how come she ended up in this situation again after meeting Zhao Yundi?

Unconsciously, Yu Qingyou's hand clenched tightly.

However, her hand was still being held in Feng Mohan's palm.

"What’s wrong with you!"

At this moment, Zhang Dingtian and Zhao Yundi were already dancing together.

Seeing that Yu Qingyou's expression seemed somewhat unusual, Feng Mohan asked.

"Uh...it's nothing!"

Yu Qingyou forcefully pulled her hand away from his palm.

Her gaze, like everyone else's, was fixed on the couple in the center of the room.

The two of them were still dancing together.

Zhao Yundi was wearing a moon-white cheongsam today, with pearls adorning the collar.

She was incredibly beautiful, and the moon-white cheongsam she was wearing made her look even more slender.

She's very thin.

Yu Qingyou couldn't help but comment, but sometimes, men just like this kind of woman.

Especially men with a strong sense of male chauvinism, the more they like this kind of petite woman, perhaps because they feel a sense of conquest, or perhaps because they have a protective instinct.

"Wait...shall we dance!?"

Avoiding some gazes from the side, Feng Mohan sat down on the sofa where Yu Qingyou was sitting.

"Okay!"

Yu Qingyou stopped looking at them and sat down next to Feng Mohan.

Just then, a waiter walked past them, and the two ordered another drink.

"Ding--"

The wine glasses clinked together.

Yu Qingyou downed a glass of wine, and whether it was from anger or the wine, a strange blush quickly appeared on her face.

Feng Mohan looked at Yu Qingyou in front of him with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.