But after a few cups of wine, Yan Beihan perked up.
She even asked Bi Yunyan, "Yun Yan, haven't you practiced dancing for a long time? The moon is bright and the breeze is clear, making this a perfect night. Why don't you dance beneath the moon and offer a dance to Lord of the Night Demon?"
Bi Yunyan pouted. "I'm not dancing!"
At the mention of dancing, with Yan Beihan and the Night Demon—both parties involved in that incident—right beside her, Bi Yunyan felt a genuine sense of shame.
Especially since the Night Demon had once said something.
"I'm a man too. Sometimes I visit brothels and places like that. In those places, women often come up to promote themselves: 'Master, how about I dance for you?'"
"Whenever that happens, I feel... quite happy too."
Bi Yunyan even remembered the expression on the Night Demon's face when he had said those words.
The lecherous look of an old brothel regular.
So Bi Yunyan firmly refused. If she danced in front of the Night Demon, wouldn't that make her no different from a prostitute? And if the Night Demon watched from the side, clapping his hands and cheering, what if he got carried away and tossed over a piece of silver...
She really would draw her sword and kill him!
Yan Beihan urged her, "Hey, we're in another world now, and it's just the three of us. What's wrong with dancing? Drinking always needs some atmosphere. Just pretend you're dancing for me."
Bi Yunyan puffed up angrily. "But you clearly said just now that it was to offer a dance to the Night Demon."
Yan Beihan stroked the well-behaved Little Whitey in her arms. "Wasn't I just taking care of the Night Demon's feelings? Go on, go. You like Little