Sixty-one

ll night long.The ballroom was huge, with a band setting up and playing the hottest songs of the moment. On the dance floor, teenagers were writhing their hips, dancing to fiery tunes, full of passio...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."f, revealing a large expanse of wheat-colored skin, his strong chest on full display. Although he was thin, his physique was still very impressive. She felt a warm blush creeping up her cheeks and cou...