A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

Bian Xiao once listened to this song on repeat.

She answered the microphone when it was brought to her. The girl's sweet voice was gentle and soothing, and Nan Mo, who could hear it so well, was momentarily surprised.

Then, with her eyes slightly narrowed and her thick eyelashes, she reminded Bian Xiao of roses and thorns under the midnight moonlight.

Okay, you've definitely charmed me.

Approaching each other with a sense of closeness and distance, entangled, breathing lightly, like gossamer threads floating.

Bian Xiao's desire to conquer was aroused.

Then she tugged hard at the man's tie.

Nan Mo was suddenly tugged and froze. He looked down at the girl with her chin raised, her green contact lenses as clear as the emeralds he longed to buy but could not afford.

But she reacted almost instantly, a broad smile spreading across her face. She raised her hands as if in surrender, if not for those slightly cunning eyes looking at her.

The Mohe dance hall has closed.

It seems a bit short, only half a song?

Bian Xiao was right; this was Nan Mo's little scheme. The first half of the song was a lonely and touching love song, while the second half was a seductive and alluring dance.

After all, his main job is still as a male model.

In an instant, Nan Mo changed again. Just now, she was alluringly cold and fragile, but now she exuded pure temptation.

Dancing beside Bian Xiao, the lights shifted from a warm pale yellow to a reddish-yellow, like a fluttering butterfly, seemingly held, yet not quite. She leaned closer, so close she could see the red mole at the corner of his eye, bright as a flame, making Bian Xiao's heart burn. Their breaths mingled, their noses occasionally brushing, but they quickly separated.

Bian Xiao looked up, then pulled away again, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he gazed at her, his graceful figure radiating charm.

He's a real male demon.

What's your name?

"Nanmo"

As the dance ended, he whispered softly in Bian Xiao's ear, then pulled away when Bian Xiao turned his head closer.

This name.

He really lives up to his name.

However, Bian Xiao was indeed intrigued by him. He led him back to sit on the sofa.

Now I'm truly surrounded by beauties on both sides (?′w`?)

The person sitting on the left is Fu Chuan, and the person sitting on the right is Nan Mo.

Lin Zhiqing couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh when she saw her best friend leading Nan Mo off the stage.

Then another batch came.

This group is all dressed in ancient costumes, wearing Hanfu with wide sleeves and flowing black hair. Compared to the previous ones, they are more artistic. It's clear they have a certain level of dance skill.

"They're nowhere near as good-looking as me," Nan Mo whispered sweetly in Bian Xiao's ear, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickled Bian Xiao.

“Much better looking than you,” Bian Xiao teased, glancing at him.

Nan Mo kept her head down and didn't say anything. Bian Xiao thought he had gone too far with his teasing, but then the guy's fingers slipped inside the wide sleeve of the wizard's robe, his fingertips lightly brushing against her palm, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

She reached for his hand, but he dodged it. Bian Xiao turned and glared at him, but Nan Mo wasn't intimidated at all. He smiled smugly at her.

Now, Xiao's attention did indeed shift from the Hanfu-clad youth on the stage to Nan Mo.

"Sister, look, is this yours?" Nan Mo asked, holding a small stick in her hand.

It was Bian Xiao's magic wand, which he had lost somewhere.

"be mine"

"Sister, here you go," Nan Mo handed the magic wand to Bian Xiao.

As a result, when Bian Xiao reached out to take it, he took it back.

Goodness, that's an old trick!

Bian Xiao glanced at the girl on the sofa next to him, stood up, put his legs on either side of Nan Mo, and looked down at him.

Nan Mo was confused by Bian Xiao's actions.

The main reason was that Bian Xiao seemed like an exceptionally innocent girl to their group. It was obvious she'd just had a good look at things with her girlfriends that day.

So Nan Mo hadn't expected that they could turn the tables so quickly.

She was stunned for a moment, and then Bian Xiao took the magic wand from her hand.

His coat was open, revealing a white shirt and red tie underneath. Bian Xiao ran his wand across Nan Mo's profile, applying slight pressure to lift his chin.

Nan Mo raised his head in response, glancing down sideways with his eyelashes trembling, but the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes were smiling.

Just as he was about to say something, Bian Xiao gently tapped his hand twice with his magic wand. "Don't move."

The girl's black, curly hair cascaded down like seaweed. Her green eyes looked down at him from above, like emotionless, inorganic gemstones. The tip of her wand swept across his chest as if electrified.

She was breathing slightly rapidly, her chest rising and falling slightly, and the tight shirt showed off her full figure.

Bian Xiao saw that the man below had a dazed look in his eyes and was finally satisfied.

I told you to flirt with me, let's see who flirts with whom.

She slowly lowered her head, her long hair, like a waterfall of silk, cascading down to Nanmo's ears and obscuring their faces.

They drew closer and closer, their breaths seemingly mingling together. Nan Mo was somewhat lost in those green eyes, his slender neck slightly leaning forward.

But then, as if remembering something, he stopped. Bian Xiao also stopped.

Pity

Both of them were thinking at the same time.

Their eyes met, neither willing to yield. Bian Xiao's long hair exuded a delicate fragrance, their breaths lingering, and the cramped space evoked endless contemplation.

"Huihui, you came to the right place this time! When did my darling become so assertive?!"

"Of course, I had them all selected from all over the country by myself, guaranteed to be of high quality," He Hui patted her chest confidently. She wouldn't dare let in anything that wasn't top-notch.

Lin Zhiqing was so busy watching her best friend that she and He Hui hid on the sofa and whispered to each other.

When the last group of boys went on stage, Lin Zhiqing exclaimed "Huh?"

Several boys dressed in ethnic minority costumes, exuding wildness, with jingling accessories, and their expansive dance was a visual feast.

Like a pack of wolves running freely on the grassland, Lin Zhiqing became interested. She and He Hui each chose one and enjoyed a few drinks.

Fu Chuan sat next to the two of them, his eyes almost red.

The performance ended, and basically every girl had chosen one or two games. He Hui stood up and suggested playing games.

"What games? I won't participate in anything that's not fun," Lin Zhiqing asked, raising her wine glass.

Bian Xiao took the opportunity to get off Nan Mo and was about to sit back down when Nan Mo bent his arm and pulled Bian Xiao into his embrace.

Why not use a muscle-supporting cushion? If he wants to hug me, I can lie down. And so I can lean back comfortably.

Nan Mo: ? This isn't quite what I expected.

The girl's body was soft and fleshy; holding her in my arms, I felt warm and cozy, and the scent of her hair filled my nostrils.

But this much hair could be used as a blanket!

She gently touched his long hair; it was as smooth as water. She couldn't help but love it.

Bian Xiao watched He Hui, completely unaware of what was going on, waiting for her to play her game.

He Hui said, "We won't play, we'll just watch them play."

"You can have your male partner participate in the game, or you can choose someone from among the previous participants to represent you."

"Will my sister let me go?" she whispered in his ear.

Bian Xiao smiled, said nothing, and pointed to Fu Chuan on his left with his left hand.

Fu Chuan had already adjusted his mindset. "I won't let my sister down," he said, and then went up with some of the girls' male companions.

Nan Mo chuckled softly, his chest heaving slightly. Bian Xiao shoved his head away, "Watch closely, if he loses, you go for it."

He even tried to seduce her!