As a male dance master, Haitang could not tolerate such humiliation. He grabbed a bottle and smashed it fiercely towards the thug.
"Watch your mouth!" Haitang shouted angrily.
Seeing this, Ling Xue wasted no time and joined in, launching a flurry of punches at the thug. The thug, realizing he was at a disadvantage, quickly called for backup. Just then, Haitang's bodyguard rushed in upon hearing the commotion.
The bodyguard glared at the thugs, "Who dares to touch my master?"
The Blonde Punk, taking advantage of their numbers, arrogantly said, "Can you take us all on by yourself? If you know what's good for you, scram."
With a cold snort, the bodyguard replied, "Let's find out." He then engaged in a fight with the thugs. Despite their numbers, the thugs struggled to gain the upper hand against the agile and powerful bodyguard.
Seizing the opportunity, Haitang grabbed Ling Xue and urged her to leave quickly. "We need to go."
Ling Xue hesitated, concerned for the bodyguard. "What about him?"
"He can handle it. We need to retreat; we can't all escape together," Haitang decisively stated. Just as they reached the door, several thugs blocked their way.
"Trying to leave? Not so easy!" one thug snarled.
Reluctantly, Haitang and Ling Xue turned back. In the chaos, they searched for another exit. Seeing them cornered, the bodyguard fought off the nearby thugs and charged toward them.
"This way, Master!" he shouted.
They followed the bodyguard as they sprinted through a narrow passage and finally escaped into a secluded exit. After running for some distance, they stopped to catch their breath.
Once they successfully evaded the thugs, their spirits began to lift.
Ling Xue looked at Haitang, her eyes filled with admiration. "You were incredible! I didn't expect you to jump right in like that."
A slight smile crept onto Haitang's lips as he replied, "In that situation, hesitation isn't an option."
Feeling her cheeks flush slightly, Ling Xue whispered, "You're like a rose in my heart—brave and beautiful."
Taken aback for a moment, Haitang felt warmth swell within him. They locked eyes, as if time itself had frozen around them.
Slowly leaning closer, they embraced tightly. Their gazes met again, filled with warmth and emotion. At that moment, the bodyguard approached and cleared his throat. The two quickly pulled away from each other, feeling a bit embarrassed.
In the following days, they dedicated themselves to learning dance in the studio. Ling Xue wore a light practice outfit that accentuated her slender waist and long legs. Haitang, dressed in simple dance attire, exuded elegance and strength.
During practice sessions, physical contact was inevitable. Whenever Haitang's hand rested gently on Ling Xue's waist, she felt an electric thrill coursing through her body.
Their bodies moved closely together in sync with the rhythm of the music; every movement was filled with unspoken understanding. Watching Ling Xue concentrate on her dancing made Haitang marvel at her beauty and talent.
Her dance was light and graceful, her eyes shining with passion for movement. During one practice session, Haitang gently took Ling Xue's hand and spun her around; their bodies floated like petals in the wind.
As time passed, Haitang increasingly recognized that Ling Xue was an extraordinary dance talent—beautiful and immensely gifted.
Finally, Haitang decided to pass on her dance techniques to Ling Xue.
“Ling Xue, your talent amazes me. I have decided to teach you my dance secrets,” Haitang said earnestly.
Ling Xue's eyes sparkled with joy. “Really? Thank you so much!”
Haitang began to patiently explain the nuances of dance, while Ling Xue listened intently, nodding from time to time.
Under Haitang's guidance, Ling Xue's dancing skills made a remarkable leap forward.
At that moment, the system notification chimed: Mission accomplished. A wave of joy surged through Ling Xue; she knew she was one step closer to her goal. Moreover, the bond between her and Haitang deepened throughout this process.
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