"Damn, is this little girl trying to scam me?"
Yang Fei thought to himself.
His evasive glance immediately upset Liang Jiayi.
She poured Yang Fei a large glass of beer.
"Don't worry, I, Liang Jiayi, am not going to cling to you. It's just that before, it was always Brother Fei who arranged my birthday..."
Her voice trailed off, and her eyes began to redden.
Yang Fei could only raise his hands in surrender.
"Alright, alright, don't be sad. Brother Fei will celebrate your birthday with you."
"That's more like it!"
Liang Jiayi's tears turned to laughter, and she downed another glass of beer with Yang Fei.
Her rosy lips were tinged with the smell of alcohol.
"Yang Fei, let's go dance."
As she spoke, Liang Jiayi pulled Yang Fei into the dance floor.
Her hair and short skirt twirled around her, like a joyous butterfly.
Yang Fei and her, Liang Jiayi, were both bona fide dance masters.
Their moves were incredibly spectacular and explosive.