บท 62: 60, you have my lipstick on your face, help me wipe it off. [Second update complete]

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Perhaps it was because she was in a bad mood, when Song Niaoniao nudged her, the rebellious emotions that Jiang Yaoyao had hidden for many years suddenly surged up.

With the leading of the noisy music, as the atmosphere heightened, she too was carried away, becoming more and more excited.

In the end, she twisted her waist frantically, and when the music came to an abrupt stop, she struck a perfect ending pose.

The whistles were continuous.

There were even shouts of "Encore!"

Jiang Yaoyao panted slightly, her chest heaving with each breath, and under the lights, her face was exceedingly charming, her eyes lethal.

Ignoring several enthusiastic invitations from men, she made her way off the stage and back to her spot, "It's your turn now, striptease."

But Song Niaoniao said, "Doesn't that guy look like Bo Jinlan?"

Jiang Yaoyao took a sip of her cola, "You have to go up and dance today, stop changing the subject..."