191. Slash-and-burn farming is unscientific

In the dimly lit private room, only one man and two women remained.

The upbeat background music continued, yet the atmosphere in the room inevitably took a subtle turn.

Despite no one speaking, the air felt like a water-filled balloon, ready to burst with the slightest touch, its tension teetering on collapse.

The jukebox kept playing, ready to play whatever was selected.

But how should this...

How do we start?

Should I make the first move?

Yu Qingyue suddenly felt her throat go dry, avoiding eye contact with Lu Jincheng's gaze, she subconsciously bit her lip and looked down.

"Miao Miao."

Lu Jincheng gestured toward the door of the private room with his mouth.

Mou Keyan understood him perfectly, getting the hint immediately.

She propped herself up from the center of the sofa and stood up, her hips swaying under her skirt as she left them with her retreating figure.

The door was blocked.