Dear Commander-in-Chief

Bai Yeyuan glared at the man dancing behind him, but the man looked back at him with a smile.

Not only did he not leave, but he danced around Bai Yeyuan.

He had just danced a round on the stage, and his coat had been torn off, revealing his exaggeratedly strong arms.

According to the shyness of this dance, in the next step, he will tear off another vest to show off his strong abdominal muscles.

Then take the next step and pull off one short.

In the end, there will be only a piece of cloth covering the whole body.

As Qiu Xinxin shyly mentioned before, customers can tuck their tips into the last piece of fabric as a reward for the dancing man.

This is a very common operation in nightclubs.

All men who have some social experience and often go out to socialize are accustomed to it, and there is nothing surprising when they encounter it. It's just that they admire women who dance this kind of dance.

But at this moment, Bai Yeyuan's face turned completely dark.

This dancing man, surrounding him, scratching, nodding, making gestures, trying his best to seduce, is no longer just a dance performance.

From time to time, just like before, she reached out and tried to tease and scratch him twice. A few times, she almost touched his heart.

His current body is Xiao Ning's body

This dancing man actually touched the body of a female guest without her consent.

Even in a nightclub, this is not allowed.

Business transactions are always about mutual consent, you pay and I serve.

Dancers will only give their most sincere private performances to guests who take the initiative to flirt and spend money.

Bai Yeyuan's cold eyes glanced over again.

He has no interest in flirting with men

This cold and swishy look immediately scared away a large circle of melon-eating people nearby.

However, the male dancer was not afraid of death and kept buzzing around him like a fly.

Bai Yeyuan finally realized something was wrong.

This male dancer's eyes were a little unfocused, as if someone had given him some medicine and he was overly excited. The point is, under the influence of the medicine, the dancer was no longer afraid of his cold and threatening eyes because he couldn't see clearly at all. I can see clearly, but I can't think clearly. I don't know what fear is.

Bai Yeyuan's eyes became darker.

Someone secretly went to great lengths to give drugs to a dancer and dance around him non-stop. It probably wasn't just to give him a free performance, right?

He quickly glanced around and still didn't see any of the two women.

The dancer was becoming more and more bold. She hooked her fingers into the shorts she had just pulled off and sat down on his legs with a smile.

The surrounding staff all opened their mouths in surprise, a little in disbelief that this dance was so exciting.

In surprise, the crowd was slightly excited.

Gee, I don’t know why, but they really want to see Xiao Ning, with such a strong and open-minded man, perform a little bit in public, the kind of over-the-line scene that can only be found in movies.

The hidden hobbies of the human heart quietly emerge in the minds of many people

now.

Bai Yeyuan's eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to kill someone

His hands were even more full of tension, as if they would crush the opponent's bones in the next second.

Seeing the dancer swaying her hips, she was about to sit on his lap.

Suddenly, Bai Yeyuan's hand fell to his side, and he stopped attacking. It seemed that he was about to start enjoying the dancer's hard performance.

However.

At the same time, a tall figure quickly pushed aside the crowd and rushed over, "Get out of here, who allowed you to touch her?"