A Dance Like a Startled Swan, Ya Fei Swaying Gracefully

Dance?

Xiao Cang glanced over Ya Fei's alluring face and fiery figure, finding it hard to imagine what sort of charm such an enchanting beauty would possess when she danced. But one could easily guess it would be utterly captivating.

The mere thought made Xiao Cang's heart burn.

"Sure."

Xiao Cang nodded readily.

Ya Fei immediately revealed a bewitching smile brimming with charm. She rose gracefully and swayed her slender, fiery waist as she walked to the screen.

"Little Brother Xiao Cang, then Sister will make a fool of herself."

Ya Fei lowered her gaze and smiled, her every expression overflowing with allure.

Then, she began to dance with a tenderness like flowing water.

Her limbs stretched out, perfectly displaying her taut figure.

Sitting in his chair, Xiao Cang quietly admired Ya Fei's dance.

Just as he had imagined, Ya Fei's dance was as graceful as a startled swan, enchanting and mesmerizing.

Her figure had already been tightly accentuated beneath that red dress, but as she moved, she became even more supple and seductive. Every extended motion caused the red fabric to outline her perfect curves.

Every frown and smile of hers was seductive and affectionate.

Her swanlike steps swayed with captivating grace.

As Xiao Cang watched the beauty before him, his gaze gradually turned entranced.

Although Ya Fei's talent for cultivation was ordinary, her beauty stood out even across the Jia Ma Empire, perhaps even the entire Dou Qi Continent.

What was more, Ya Fei was currently doing everything she could to win Xiao Cang's favor. Naturally, she was even more uninhibited in displaying her charm.

For a moment, even the inn's maids serving by the wine table were entranced.

"Gulp."

Several maids secretly swallowed at the same time.

They themselves were fairly attractive women, yet as they watched Ya Fei, so full of charm, they could not help but drool with desire.

No wonder this woman had bewitched so many men in Wutan City out of their minds.

When she unleashed her full charm, even women could not withstand her allure.

Across the corridor.

Since Ya Fei was dancing in front of the screen, these rather prominent family heads could not see her dance clearly at all.

They could only see Ya Fei rise gracefully just now, walk behind the screen, and dance for Xiao Cang.

Yet even the occasional jade-like arm or single dance step revealed beyond the screen made every one of them burn with envy.

"I never expected Young Lady Ya Fei to know how to dance!"

"Damn it, why wasn't I the first to admire Young Lady Ya Fei's dancing?"

"Watching Young Lady Ya Fei work so hard to please some young man hurts worse than being killed."

"This food has no taste! No taste at all! Compared to Young Lady Ya Fei, that hag of mine is practically a withered, ruined flower!"

"What a pity... After tonight, Young Lady Ya Fei may also be ravaged by Young Master Xiao into a withered, ruined flower."

"..."

Wails like pig squeals rose one after another, and the family heads were consumed by jealousy.

A few family heads even stared until their eyes nearly popped out, yet still could not see Ya Fei's dance behind the screen.

Jia Lie Bi clenched his wine cup, his heart filled with rage.

As a family head, he had just been ignored by a junior of the Xiao Family.

As a man, the woman he loved was fawning over someone else, while he could only watch from afar.

The feeling was both humiliating and disgraceful.

"Hmph, let's go! We're heading home!"

Jia Lie Bi could not bear to watch any longer. His face flushed red as he stormed away.

Behind the screen, her steps were as graceful as a startled swan.

As Xiao Cang admired Ya Fei's dance, he could not tell whether she was doing it intentionally, but some of her movements were exceptionally bold.

When the dance finally ended, Ya Fei smiled seductively.

"Did Little Brother Xiao Cang enjoy that dance?"

"I did, I did. Sister Ya Fei's dancing was truly breathtaking. It was quite a feast for my eyes."

Xiao Cang clapped in praise, his final words carrying a double meaning.

"Hehe, as long as Little Brother Xiao Cang likes it."

Sister Ya Fei giggled and gracefully returned to Xiao Cang's side.

But just as she reached her seat, her foot suddenly slipped, and she lost her balance, about to fall.

"Sister Ya Fei, be careful."

Xiao Cang reacted swiftly and wrapped an arm around Sister Ya Fei's slender waist.

Sister Ya Fei's soft, fragrant body fell into Xiao Cang's embrace, her alluring scent immediately wafting into his nose. The soft sensation sent a ripple of desire through him.

"Whew, it's a good thing Xiao Cang caught me."

"Otherwise, your sister would have made a fool of herself just now."

Sister Ya Fei let out a breath of relief and gave Xiao Cang a charming smile from within his arms.

"It's fine. Even if Sister Ya Fei had really fallen, it would have been an enchanting fall. It definitely wouldn't count as making a fool of yourself," Xiao Cang said with a warm smile.

"My, what a sweet tongue you have, little brother." Sister Ya Fei smiled.

"Then does Sister Ya Fei want a taste?"

Xiao Cang gazed fervently into her beautiful, limpid eyes and teased her.

Sister Ya Fei blushed and turned her charming face aside. Her delicate hand lightly slapped Xiao Cang as she said coquettishly, "Xiao Cang, you're being cheeky again."

Only then did she rise from Xiao Cang's arms.

Looking down, they discovered that when Sister Ya Fei had stumbled just now, she had accidentally knocked over a wine cup, spilling wine onto the hem of her brocade dress.

"Sister Ya Fei, sit down. I'll dry it for you."

Xiao Cang's eyes lit up. He immediately gestured for Sister Ya Fei to sit, then gently lifted the hem of her dress through its slit with his left hand while holding his right hand above the fabric, using Dou Qi to dry the moisture.

As he lifted the hem, Sister Ya Fei's smooth, well-proportioned, snow-white thigh was immediately exposed.

Because the wine had soaked through the fabric and wet her thigh, it was now so pale it practically glowed, dazzling to the eye.

Xiao Cang stole a glance from the corner of his eye, his gaze burning.

Those legs!

Absolutely sinful!

So long!

So straight!

And so white they glowed!

Xiao Cang truly wanted to give them a pat, to see whether Sister Ya Fei's legs would turn red after one slap, just like Yun'er's and Ye'er's.

"All right, it's dry." Xiao Cang prepared to lower the hem.

"My leg isn't dry yet, Xiao Cang. Dry it too, or it'll feel terribly uncomfortable while it's still damp," Sister Ya Fei said in a soft, seductive voice.

Xiao Cang's heart nearly melted.

He had already been tempted, and now that Sister Ya Fei had taken the initiative, how could he possibly refuse?

He immediately placed his palm against her smooth, cool, snow-white thigh and used Dou Qi to dry the wine from it.

It was unclear whether Xiao Cang's Dou Qi was too scorching, or whether there was some other reason.

After Xiao Cang dried the wine from Sister Ya Fei's leg, he discovered that her thigh had become exceptionally flushed, and even her neck and pretty face had turned red.

"All right, it's completely dry this time."

Xiao Cang smiled warmly as he lowered Sister Ya Fei's dress hem again, concealing that smooth, jade-like thigh once more.

Though the scenery had been hidden, the memory lingering in his mind made his heart itch.

Honestly...

It had felt really good!

Xiao Cang secretly rubbed his fingertips together.

After that, Xiao Cang and Sister Ya Fei drank a few more cups.

However, Xiao Cang also realized that this enchantress was playing hard to get with him.

She teased him with her words and occasionally made physical contact, yet never gave Xiao Cang the chance to press any further.

Once he noticed this, Xiao Cang naturally stopped going entirely along with Sister Ya Fei's wishes.

When she made certain flirtatious advances, he deliberately responded coldly. That only made Sister Ya Fei grow more eager to please him.

As they went back and forth, time slipped away quickly.

After several rounds of wine, the table was a mess of cups and dishes.

After drinking several cups, Sister Ya Fei was genuinely a little drunk.

She looked at Xiao Cang with hazy eyes, slowly leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a soft, seductive voice that made his body tingle, "Xiao Cang, it's very late now. Shouldn't we... rest?"