Wang Yue looked at the golden needle and couldn't help wondering if it would give him a few skills, just like the River of Time had.
While Wang Yue was lost in a happy daydream, Liu Sihui noticed he wasn't paying attention. She stopped dancing and complained, "If you don't want to watch, I'll stop!"
Hearing the reproach in her voice, Wang Yue snapped back to his senses. He'd gone to all the trouble of persuading Liu Sihui to dance just for him. How could he give up now?
He hurried to reassure her. "Of course I want to watch. I was just so captivated that I zoned out. Your dance moves just now gave me several ideas for new positions. You're incredibly alluring."
Liu Sihui couldn't help recalling the moves she'd made while pole dancing. Her face flushed, and her eyes glistened with desire. She was clearly worked up, too.
Wang Yue saw how Liu Sihui was feeling and wanted to go over and join her. He had to experience those difficult positions for himself.
But just as he stood up, his phone rang. He didn't want to answer, so he let Liu Sihui keep dancing.
When the ringtone sounded, Liu Sihui came to her senses, too. Seeing Wang Yue poised to pounce like a hungry tiger, she panicked a little and hurried to remind him, "You should answer that. It might be something important! Otherwise, I'll become Daji, the femme fatale who brought a kingdom to ruin!"
Wang Yue was speechless. What was Liu Sihui getting at? Did she think he was King Zhou?
Now there was a remarkable man!
He knew that ever since he'd announced the price of the leukemia cure, Liu Sihui had treated him like a Saint.
Could anything involving a Saint be trivial?