Dong Xiaoye also noticed that I was gawking at her. Feeling both embarrassed and angry, she gritted her teeth and said, "What are you looking at? !"
"Chest. . . I mean, your bag," I quickly looked away, shifting my gaze to the small silver handbag she hung on her forearm and said while having cold sweat, "Why are you carrying your handbag while dancing? Don't you feel awkward?"
"I have to carry it even if it is awkward," Dong Xiaoye Xingye rolled her beautiful eyes, revealing two neat rows of white teeth, and grinned, "There is a gun hidden inside, lest a certain pervert doesn't behave himself while dancing. If he dares to take advantage of me, I will definitely use it to shoot him."
I knew she was joking, but I was still taken aback, "A gun, really?"