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Lu Yao coughed even more violently, partly because she was genuinely choking, and partly because she was angered by Fu Ciyan's words.

She finally caught her breath, her face flushed red, tears welling in her eyes as she glared fiercely at Fu Ciyan.

Fu Ciyan pretended not to see it, withdrew his hand from patting her back, leaned back on the sofa, and casually glanced at the eight male models who filed in and stood in a row in the open space of the private room.

The leader, with a keen eye, stepped aside and introduced with a beaming smile: "These eight are our 'Dream's' top companions, experts in all kinds of entertainment. Whether you two want to enjoy singing and dancing, sip wine and chat, or play some interactive games, they can make sure you have a great time."

Lu Yao secretly raised her eyes to look at him.

It must be said that each of them has its own merits in being selected as "top-tier".

Needless to say, they were all tall and had long legs; they were handsome and had different personalities. Some were muscular, wearing only black tight vests and leather pants, revealing large areas of tanned skin and beautiful muscle lines, with wild and unruly eyes.

Some wore well-tailored silk shirts, unbuttoned to reveal delicate collarbones and faintly visible pectoral muscles, with smiles on their lips and alluring eyes;

Some were dressed in casual trendy clothes, with sunny smiles, full of youthful energy;

Some were shirtless, their muscles bulging and full...

However, the sight of this group of people standing in front of her inexplicably made her feel nervous.

I had a feeling that went something like, "Ah, so this is what male models are like."

Then comes the feeling of confusion and not knowing what to do.

Fu Ciyan, however, was more experienced: "Let's see you dance."

As soon as he spoke, the male models glanced at him subconsciously, as if they hadn't expected that it was him, not her, who had come to select male models.

Lu Yao quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, let's see them dance."

So the eight male models, each with a distinct style, began thrusting their hips, swaying their waists, and squatting...

"..." Lu Yao stared at it for a long time, finding it hard to comment. She was no longer nervous, but rather a little embarrassed. She couldn't help but think that those beautiful women paid money to appreciate this, so why not just watch some videos instead? You don't have to pay to watch handsome men dancing, just like when she particularly liked a person who wrote calligraphy.

Lu Yao frowned more and more as she watched.

It's not that these male models dance badly; to be "top-notch" here, their physique and basic skills are up to par, and their movements are full of power and rhythm.

Perhaps because they are too "professional", or perhaps because they know they are "performing" for the guests, their dances always carry a deliberate attempt to please and flatter. Every glance and every hip sway seems to say, "Look how sexy I am" and "Pick me, pick me".

It lacks a soul? Or rather, it lacks the vibrant feeling of being "human".

It was more like a carefully rehearsed, suggestive product showcase.

The initial sense of novelty and excitement in Lu Yao's heart deflated quickly, like a punctured balloon.

She even started to feel a little bored and embarrassed for them.

Seeing her looking uninterested, Fu Ciyan smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't this the male model you've been dreaming about? Don't you like him?"

Lu Yao didn't deny it, and leaned closer to whisper, "This is a little different from what I expected."

"What are you thinking? Do you want them to come over and have a drink with you?" Fu Ciyan suddenly suggested, startling Lu Yao. She quickly refused, "No, don't let them come over. It's fine as it is. Let them dance."

If this group of people came over, she would feel like she had nowhere to put her hands and feet.

Fu Ciyan chuckled lightly: "Then aren't you at a huge disadvantage? You come here and order them, only to have them dance?"

Lu Yao seemed to understand the underlying meaning in Fu Ciyan's words, and glared at him: "Then you can go out first. I can't be at ease in front of you."

The moment he finished speaking, Fu Ciyan's smile vanished.

Lu Yao scoffed, "Hmph, if I don't tell you, you'll always tease me, but if I do, you'll be unhappy."

What a hypocrite!

Lu Yao muttered a curse to herself.

Fu Ciyan's eyes darkened as he looked at Lu Yao's "I knew you'd do this" expression, and a strange itch rose in his heart.

His gaze swept over the waiter standing at the door, and he raised his hand in a gesture of acknowledgment.

The other party quickly stopped the male models from dancing and then left one by one.

After everyone left, Lu Yao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the slightly cold tea on the table, and took a sip: "Let's go home."

She suddenly realized that nightclubs were nothing special, and after satisfying her curiosity, she figured she probably wouldn't come to such places again.

It must be admitted that Fu Ciyan's approach really does have a certain "cure-like" effect.

Seeing Lu Yao's relieved, even slightly dejected, expression, Fu Ciyan's last bit of displeasure vanished, and he slightly curled his lips: "You're already leaving? Aren't you going to try some other activities?"

"What other projects are there?" Lu Yao perked up a bit.

"You can dance outside."

"It's too noisy." The noise almost made her dizzy when she came in, so she didn't want to leave.

Hearing her decisive refusal, Fu Ciyan curled his lips into a smile: "Won't you be very disappointed if you go back like this?"

"Isn't this the result you wanted?" Lu Yao didn't know what he was hesitating about again. He was the one who brought her here to dispel her curiosity, and now he was the one who didn't want to leave.

Fu Ciyan was taken aback by Lu Yao's words.

"What I want is for you to fully understand what this place is, so you won't keep thinking about it in the future." Fu Ciyan stood up, looking down at her, his tone returning to its usual calm. "But since you're already here, it would be a waste to just watch the show and leave."

Lu Yao was baffled: "Then what else do you want? Do you really want me to go down to the dance floor and dance?"

Fu Ciyan did not answer, but suddenly raised his hand and loosened the buttons on his shirt collar.

He performed the movement very naturally, with a casual and lazy feel to it.

But Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and her gaze unconsciously followed his slender fingers.

Then, Fu Ciyan took two steps forward and stood in the center of the open space where the group of male models had been dancing.

The lighting in the private room wasn't bright, but a warm yellow light fell on him.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt today, the fabric crisp, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a section of pale neck and a prominent Adam's apple.

He casually rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his sleek and powerful forearms.

He had a tall and straight posture, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, straight legs. Just standing there, he was much more pleasing to the eye than those male models who were deliberately posing.

Lu Yao opened her eyes wide, not understanding what he was going to do.

Then, she saw Fu Ciyan tilt his head slightly, his neck forming a beautiful arc.

His deep gaze fell on her face, devoid of his usual calm and scrutiny, instead revealing a playful and dark light.

He didn't make exaggerated hip thrusts or waist twists like those male models.

She simply raised one hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of her open collar, the movement slow and casual, with a nonchalant flirtation.

A faint smile played on his lips, while his deep eyes gazed at her with an aggressive intensity.

Almost instantly, Lu Yao blushed.

Damn it, what a jerk! That's so unfair! He actually tried to seduce her!

Fu Ciyan stood there in the open space, making no further moves, not even bothering to flirt with his eyes. He simply maintained his casual posture, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other still resting on the edge of his collar, his fingertips lightly stroking the fabric of his shirt.

The warm yellow light accentuated his superior shoulder line and waist, while the dark gray shirt shone softly under the light, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

His collar was slightly open, revealing his collarbone, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly with his soft breathing.

He did nothing, yet it seemed as if he had done everything.

"How about next time, I wear a uniform and dance for you, like that dance from earlier?" He noticed that among the eight male models, one was wearing a uniform, and Lu Yao's gaze lingered on that person a little longer.

Countless images flashed uncontrollably through Lu Yao's mind in an instant: a crisp uniform enveloping a man's tall and upright body, with the top button meticulously fastened, exuding an aura of asceticism.

Then, will he, like just now, slowly and deliberately unbutton his collar...?

Stop! Don't think about it anymore!

Lu Yao felt her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, and her ears and neck were also flushed red.

She hurriedly looked away, not daring to look into Fu Ciyan's eyes, which seemed to see through everything and were full of mockery.

Looking at her adorable expression, wanting to look at him but not daring to look him in the eye, Fu Ciyan's slight displeasure caused by her earlier statement that she "couldn't let go" vanished.

He lowered his hand from his collar, put it back in his pocket, and strode towards her.