Chapter 141 Dancing Hotly with You

The group continued drinking until the early hours of the morning before finally stopping. Wang Hu, who had the lowest tolerance for alcohol, had already passed out, while Chen Shao and Lian Ying were also thoroughly drunk. Chen Erpao was not feeling well either; he had just gone to the restroom to vomit, though after getting everything out, he felt much better.

When he returned to the room, Wang Xuemei was not yet asleep. Lying on her side, she was reading a book, dressed in a pink silk nightgown. Her slender, beautiful legs were crossed, and her snow-white skin shimmered dazzlingly in the soft light, making anyone instantly yearn to lean in and taste it.

Because she was lying with her back facing him, her graceful arms were also fully revealed, faintly visible beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"You're finally back. You must have had a great time drinking!" Wang Xuemei turned around, glaring at him with undeniable dissatisfaction, her eyes filled with a clear sense of grievance.

Chen Erpao smiled faintly. "Meeting my old comrades again made me too happy, so I had a few extra drinks! Look, haven't I come back to accompany you now?"

"You call that just a few extra drinks?" Wang Xuemei pouted her delicate, rosy lips. "Ever since we came to Taiwan, it's been either fighting or drinking. Have you ever spent any proper time alone just keeping me company?"

Overcome with guilt, Chen Erpao lowered his head. Thinking back over this period, he truly hadn't spent enough time with her. Not just since coming to Taiwan, but ever since the establishment of the Yimen Sect, he had failed to be a proper companion to her.

He walked slowly to the bedside, looking at the woman he loved most. Seeing the sorrowful expression on her face, he instinctively pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Xuemei, how about this—after Xiaoyu's concert ends, let's take a trip to Sun Moon Lake. Coming to Taiwan without visiting that place would be a huge regret."

"No," Wang Xuemei said, acting as though her anger had not yet subsided. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Really? Hehe," Chen Erpao chuckled, suddenly reaching out with both hands to tickle her slender waist, wrapping his fingers around her. Wang Xuemei had always been extremely ticklish, and immediately, she burst into helpless laughter, collapsing limply onto the bed.

Swiftly, Chen Erpao untied the ribbon of her nightgown with a flick of his hand. Instantly, large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed from her graceful, curvaceous body as she lay there in a semi-nude state.

Wang Xuemei's pretty face flushed crimson in a split second. She shot him a fierce, reproachful glare and moved to cover herself, but Chen Erpao was a step faster. With a sharp tug, he ripped the nightgown completely open, laying her breathtaking jade body entirely bare. Without a shred of covering or a single flaw, she looked like a masterpiece carved by the heavens themselves, flawlessly and exquisitely perfect.

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The next day, Lian Ying, Wang Hu, and Chen Shao all joined Zhang Xiaoyu's invincible bodyguard detail. Today was also the day of her rehearsal, with her official performance scheduled for tomorrow.

She had come this time primarily to boost her relatively weak popularity in Taiwan, so her management company had specially added a few performances to the concert lineup featuring a style different from her usual routines. Among them was a spicy, sensual hot dance. Originally, the organizers had specially selected a well-known local backup dancer for her in Taiwan, but to everyone's surprise, she flatly rejected them and personally named Chen Erpao for the role instead.

Chen Erpao knew nothing about sensual dancing, but with the dance instructor coaching him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go along with it. This was something countless men envied and dreamed of! If he had turned it down, he would merely be putting on airs, and walking out on the street afterward would likely get him chased down and hacked to pieces by mobs with knives.

Inside a spacious gymnasium, Chen Erpao changed into a sky-blue dance outfit that wrapped tightly around his entire body, fully accentuating his powerful, muscular physique. The bronze skin of his chest radiated the masculine charm of a mature man. Even Zhang Xiaoyu stared in momentary astonishment when she first saw him in this attire.

The hot dance choreographed by the instructor was extremely sultry, with the majority of the routine involving intimate contact with Zhang Xiaoyu. She had also changed into a white, form-fitting dance suit, her curvaceous figure utterly alluring. Even though layers of fabric separated them, he could still occasionally feel the slippery smoothness and softness of her skin.

The final segment of the dance—the grand finale—was the most crucial part. Chen Erpao had a harness rope attached to his back, while Zhang Xiaoyu would hook her legs around his waist, arch her head back, and grip his hands tightly as the rope hoisted them slowly into mid-air, where they were required to spin eighteen times while suspended.

During the rehearsal, the two practiced this particular segment twice. Despite Chen Erpao's best efforts to clear his mind and keep his thoughts from wandering, their dance outfits were simply too thin. The moment Zhang Xiaoyu locked her legs around his waist, their lower bodies pressed tightly against each other. As the spinning rope generated slight swaying motions, it involuntarily caused a certain part of him to nudge forward. It took no time at all for a massive physical reaction to occur. By the time the rehearsal ended, Zhang Xiaoyu's pretty face was flushed a deep crimson, and she was breathing heavily.

Chen Erpao was equally mortified. He had to quickly block that certain area and hang back on the side until his "little brother" subsided before he dared to step out. Otherwise, through that single layer of thin dance fabric, it would simply be far too conspicuous—and it would be a miracle if anyone seeing it didn't laugh their heads off.

Time flew by in a blur, and before they knew it, the day of the concert arrived. The interior of the gymnasium was an absolute sea of humanity, with all fifty thousand seats packed to absolute capacity.

To be honest, Chen Erpao had considered himself a pretty big deal—with a wave of his hand, a few thousand underlings would appear. But compared to a little girl like Zhang Xiaoyu, he was lagging behind by ten thousand miles. Her pulling power was simply terrifying; if she waved her hand, ten or twenty thousand people might show up! Just imagining twenty thousand people, with each person holding nothing more than a wooden club, was enough to make anyone shudder.

The concert proceeded very smoothly. With her heavenly, ethereal voice, Zhang Xiaoyu successfully whipped the entire crowd into a frenzy.

However, an accident occurred during the hot dance routine that sent everyone's hearts straight into their throats. As the rope slowly hoisted them into the air and the two of them intertwined like celestial beings ascending to the heavens, a sharp "pop" suddenly echoed through the air. The rope snapped. At that moment, they were already suspended a full five or six meters off the ground. Falling from that height meant guaranteed injury—especially with Zhang Xiaoyu arching backward, which made her position extraordinarily dangerous.

In the nick of time, Chen Erpao exploded with raw strength, leaping half a meter higher into mid-air purely through leg power, and managed to snatch the remaining dangling section of the rope with one hand.

This sudden turn of events left everyone holding their breath. But once the crisis was successfully averted, the entire venue erupted immediately into thunderous, roaring applause.

In particular, Chen Erpao's resolute face and powerful, muscular physique left a deep impression on countless audience members, etching themselves permanently into the hearts of many young girls whose romantic feelings had just begun to stir.

Before the hot dance, Chen Erpao had heard that banlangen herbal tea possessed cooling and fever-reducing properties, so he had chugged ten packets in a row. The effect had actually been quite remarkable; the embarrassing incident from the rehearsal did not repeat itself, otherwise the cameramen would likely have zoomed in for an ultra-close-up special shot of that specific area.

Still, he hadn't expected such a perilous accident to happen. Even he had been thoroughly startled just now.