Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Bo Jinghuai leaned against the wall by the door, his hands in his pockets, staring at her.

He was dressed casually in a simple black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, a rare sight for him, but his aura was still there; the moment he leaned against someone, he was impossible to ignore.

"Let's begin," he said, raising his chin slightly.

Su Jingsheng glared at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Who else should you look at if not me?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you promise to dance for me?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips. "Then go sit over there."

Bo Jinghuai didn't move. "I'll just watch from here."

"You're just standing there watching me get nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Bo Jinghuai laughed. "It's not like we haven't seen this before."

Su Jingsheng blushed, and became even more nervous as she recalled those scenes from before.

She took a deep breath, walked to the center of the room, and stood with her back to him.

The music started playing; it was a lively tune.

She moved.

First, the arms are slowly raised, as softly as flowing water.

Then her waist began to twist, moving her whole body, and the hem of her dance pants fluttered with the movement, revealing her slender white ankles.

Her waist was really thin, and when she turned around, it swayed gently with the rhythm.

Bo Jinghuai leaned against the wall, staring intently at that waistline.

She faced the mirror, and she faced him.

Through the mirror, she could see him leaning against the wall, staring straight at her.

Su Jingsheng bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to look at him and focusing on her actions.

Her waist twisted even more violently, her hips swayed with the rhythm, her ponytail swung back and forth, and a few strands of hair fell and clung to her flushed cheeks.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her in the mirror, watching her slender waist sway before his eyes, watching the curves of her hips rise and fall with her movements, and watching her two slender white legs move across the floor.

He raised his hand and tugged at his collar.

I feel a bit hot even though I'm wearing a T-shirt.

Su Jingsheng turned around again, this time facing him directly.

As she was jumping, she suddenly met his gaze, paused, and almost missed a beat.

Bo Jinghuai smiled, the smile spreading from the depths of his eyes.

"Continue," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in the quiet room.

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and continued to beat, but her heartbeat and breathing became erratic.

She could feel his gaze fixed on her, from her waist to her hips, from her back to her legs, as if it were tangible, making her feel hot all over.

With her last movement, she spun around, then paused, arms outstretched, waist slightly arched backward.

Her ponytail swung across her cheek, and stray hairs clung to her sweaty forehead.

The music stopped.

The room fell silent, with only her soft breathing remaining.

Bo Jinghuai didn't move; he remained leaning against the wall, staring at her.

Su Jingsheng maintained her final pose, looking at him through the mirror, "I'm done dancing."

Bo Jinghuai then moved, straightened up, and walked towards her.

He walked slowly, taking long strides, and reached her in just a few steps. "Beautiful."

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Really?"

"Mmm." He raised his hand and rubbed her cheek. "Your waist twists very well, and your butt is perky too."

"Do you still have the strength?"

"what?"

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around her waist and led her to the mirror.

A full-length mirror covering the entire wall reflected the images of two people.

He stood behind her, a head taller than her. She leaned against him, looking small and soft.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "When you were dancing just now, I was thinking, what would it be like if I hugged you from behind and made you twist your waist for me?"

Su Jingsheng's face instantly turned bright red.

"Try it," he said, his large hand gripping her waist. "Twist it."

The hem of the dance pants fluttered up, revealing the calves.

Bo Jinghuai's gaze slid down her waist and landed on her swaying hips.

"Sheng Sheng, do you know how beautiful you look when you sway your hips?"

Bo Jinghuai pressed down on her shoulder, "Lift your foot."

……

It's hard to explain in a few words; you'll have to experience it for yourself.

[Flowers Bloom Along the Road, Old Friends Return - A Forecast]

S Country, Pei Family Garden.

The March wind still carried a chill, but several early cherry trees in the garden had already blossomed, their petals drifting down sparsely, landing on the bluestone slabs and in the pond.

Su Jingsheng stood at the entrance of the garden, looking at the man in front of her.

Pei Zixian was wearing a dark gray trench coat and those gold-rimmed glasses, still looking like a refined scoundrel.

But today his face was expressionless, and there were deep dark circles under his eyes.

"There's someone who's always wanted to see you," he said softly.

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Who?"