Under the public gaze, Ye Fan and Hu Jing started to waltz to the music.
The radiant face of Hu Jing, adorned with a fox-like smile, drew her sexy body close to Ye Fan. Especially her high and full softness was just a hair's breadth away from Ye Fan's chest, as if any larger dance move might bring them into contact.
Ye Fan watched Hu Jing's lovely face with a wry smile. Hu Jing immediately met his gaze with a flirtatious look.
"A lot of people are watching," Ye Fan whispered, "It's not good for your husband hunting."
Hu Jing's foxy smile froze momentarily, and she subtly distanced herself.
"Hehe, that's more like it," Ye Fan said with relief.
Pouting her rosy lips, Hu Jing complained, "You treat me like a dangerous beast. When you were dancing with Wang Ruolin earlier, why didn't you stop her?"
"Hehe," Ye Fan chuckled without a word.