Yang Fei had broad shoulders and a slim waist, with his muscles cut into shuttle shapes.
But he wasn't like those overly bulky muscle men.
After long-term martial arts training and military exercise, he transformed into the epitome of a male model figure.
With such a figure, he looked good in anything he wore, but he especially looked dashing in a crisply tailored suit.
What was most important was that his handsome features had an air of roguish charm, with the corners of his mouth quirked up, giving him exceptionally beautiful lips.
At the same time, he didn't appear effeminate; throughout his being, he carried a faint hint of the stern and martial spirit of a soldier.
Even Liang Jiayi hadn't expected that this carefree guy, when dressed up, could look so dashing.
Both handsome and cool!
Liang Jiayi was not a girl to be crazed over looks.
Sister Xue had also seen plenty of handsome men and was hardly surprised by them.
However, in that moment, both girls were dazzled.
They both averted their gazes, faces flushing red.
But the next second, as soon as Yang Fei opened his mouth, his true nature as a scoundrel was completely exposed.
"Come on, come on, handsome guy on sale. Let the handsome guy give you a hug, just five hundred and eighty."
"A photo with this handsome guy for nine ninety-eight, only nine ninety-eight, take the handsome guy home with you..."
Yang Fei proudly began to peddle himself.
At the same time, he opened his arms to embrace the two girls.
Liang Jiayi and Sister Xue exchanged looks and then burst out laughing.
Sister Xue hid behind Liang Jiayi, pushing her forward to fend off Yang Fei, giggling playfully.
Yang Fei, making a show of his claws and teeth, pounced forward, openly playing the rogue.
Liang Jiayi, with Yang Fei in front and her bestie behind, really couldn't dodge.
Her cheeks burning, she simply stiffened her back, thrust out her chest, and put on a brave face.
"Yang Fei, you dare to hug me?"
Yang Fei hadn't expected the little minx to suddenly stop dodging.
He couldn't stop in time and almost bumped into Liang Jiayi.
He caught a scent of a fragrance that was like orchids but not orchids, like musk but not musk, of a girl, drifting into his nostrils, and suddenly he was moved.
Yang Fei quickly straightened up, his face breaking into a teasing grin, "It's only natural for a boyfriend to hug his girlfriend."
"Sister Xue, step aside, don't blame me for being a rogue if I hug the wrong person."
Before Liang Jiayi could even speak, Yang Fei had already scooped her up by the waist and spun her around twice in the room.
Liang Jiayi hadn't expected that he would really dare to hug her.
As her body spun rapidly, she couldn't help but scream, her hands drumming against Yang Fei's chest.
Sister Xue, standing aside, cheered loudly and laughed heartily.
At nine-thirty in the evening, Yang Fei and the gorgeously dressed Liang Jiayi, with Sister Xue, arrived at the dance bar.
The party had already been going for half an hour.
As soon as they walked in, Liang Jiayi and Yang Fei caused a sensation throughout the venue.
Someone, amidst the deafening music, blew a whistle.
The changed Liang Jiayi was as if she were another person.
Her hair was done up high, with a silver, little-flower-shaped hairpin tucking it in place.
A pair of sparkling crystal earrings hung from her delicate and fair earlobes, with her white dancing gown trailing behind her just slightly, but not cumbersome at all.
And Liang Jiayi's well-rounded and elegant collarbones added a hint of demure charm to her, with her neck held high like the most beautiful swan.
A woman like her was destined to become the center of attention at the party upon her arrival.
Yang Fei swore that his outfit was the most extravagant one he had ever worn.
His black casual suit, coupled with a white Versace checkered shirt, bore a bow tie with a gold clip around his neck.
This instantly turned a carefree bumpkin into an elegant and charming playboy.
Especially with Yang Fei's habitually mischievous smile and the curve of his lips, women who saw him would feel their cheeks heat up.
Many gentlewomen and ladies started looking at Yang Fei with fervent gazes.
People began to ask around about Yang Fei's background.
Yang Fei, who held Liang Jiayi's hand, received countless envious and resentful gazes.
Many men looked at Yang Fei with hatred, wishing they could kick this eyesore away with one foot.
Fang Tang sat at a round table by the dance floor, watching the scene and downed a full glass of beer in one gulp.
It seemed like fire was about to spurt from his eyes.
Fan Song walked over and sat down beside Fang Tang.
He patted Fang Tang on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "Don't worry, I've arranged everything."
"Hmph, later I want to see how that hotel odd-job man embarrasses himself!"
Fang Tang's complexion slightly improved.
His eyes fixed on the handsome and cool Yang Fei, he snorted disdainfully, "Pretty Boy."
The arrival of Yang Fei, Liang Jiayi, and Sister Xue pushed the party's atmosphere to a new climax.
A new dance tune started, and everyone began to dance gracefully in the dance pool.
The flashing neon lights rendered the club bizarre and otherworldly, like a fantastical realm.
Sister Xue was invited by a handsome man to go dance on the dance floor.
But Liang Jiayi sat quietly by the round table near the dance floor the whole time.
One man after another came up to invite Liang Jiayi to dance, but she graciously declined them all with a smile.
In Liang Jiayi's heart, there was inevitably some regret.
How great it would be if the guy next to her knew how to dance?
Even if he were clumsy, awkward, Liang Jiayi believed that with her guidance, he could win applause from the crowd.
But this guy didn't know how at all, seemingly never having danced before.
Liang Jiayi couldn't help but steal a glance at Yang Fei out of the corner of her eye.
She saw him rolling his eyes around and muttering to himself in a low voice.
Liang Jiayi couldn't resist leaning in closer.
In the noisy and chaotic club, Yang Fei's voice was somewhat blurry, but she could still vaguely make out his words.
"Damn, so many beauties, absolutely ecstatic."
"That beauty has such long, white legs."
"Damn, that beauty must be over 42 Mega cups, truly size does matter."
...
In an instant, Liang Jiayi nearly went mad.
She glanced around and saw that the people nearby hadn't noticed the two of them.
She immediately stretched out her arm, twisted Yang Fei's waist, and spun him around with all her might.
Yang Fei grimaced in pain, his eyebrows wrinkling like a Shar Pei.
He quickly broke free from Liang Jiayi's grip and rolled his eyes at her.
"What's the matter, don't like what you see?"
Liang Jiayi had always held Yang Fei in high regard.
After all, he was a comrade-in-arms of her brother Long Ci.
But in that moment, she saw through this guy's true colors.
He was, through and through, a complete scoundrel!
She glared at Yang Fei, "Where the hell are you looking?"
"Pah, you're supposed to be a soldier like my brother?"
Yang Fei chuckled, drinking a large mouthful of beer with ease.
"So, what do you think a soldier should be like?"
This question puzzled Liang Jiayi.
In her mind, soldiers were supposed to be men of iron, stern and serious, made of steel.
In any dangerous place, soldiers were supposed to rush forward without looking back.
Liang Jiayi thought so and naturally said as much.
Yang Fei laughed again.
His snow-white teeth, under the brilliant dance lights, sparkled like diamonds.
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