It was finally her turn with Lu Xingyu!
Fine beads of sweat began to form on her sleek, fair forehead.
So awkward...
Qiao Ruoxin stood up, "Um, I need to change and leave, I have a magazine cover to shoot today, I'm in a hurry..."
As she turned to escape, she didn't expect to be suddenly yanked back by the man's powerful arm.
His tall, heavy body pinned her down on the couch, leaving her unable to move.
Mo Chen's dark eyes stared at her as he said in a deep voice, "Are you that ashamed of watching your own performance?"
"You..."
Just then, her intimate dance movements with Lu Xingyu that night reappeared on the TV.
The man glanced over and tightened his grip on her waist.
"Little Ghost, you like that type?"
"Absolutely not! That was just a collaborative stage performance." At this moment, her will to survive had to be strong!
The man's voice was filled with danger, "You were even closer during rehearsals, weren't you?"
"..."