092 The cost of messily fiddling_1

The atmosphere in the bar was suddenly whipped to a fever pitch, and in the darkness, the dense sound of kissing arose.

The thrill of kissing a stranger in the dark was too exhilarating, especially for this crowd of pleasure-seekers, as their adrenaline surged straight up.

Many had been aroused by Jiang Xi's sultry dance moments before, and seizing the moment at hand, who wouldn't want to taste her charms?

Everyone lunged towards where Jiang Xi stood, vowing to be the first man to taste her charms.

The dance floor instantly became a chaotic mess.

Rong Nian's heart pounded violently, and his steps hastened; he strode onto the dance floor towards Jiang Xi.

In the darkness, someone wrapped around him, soft arms encircling his waist.

Rong Nian didn't think, he just grabbed the person's wrist to shake them off.

"Ouch!"

A pained cry resonated, and Rong Nian shuddered. Using the emergency lights near the dance floor's exit, he saw the person in his arms.

"Jiang Xi?"