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Chapter 184: Chapter 184: The Beauty is in My Arms, But Not in My Heart

In the cinema, the art film had Yao Wan Jiao in tears throughout, a kind of film that naturally left Lin Fan feeling

indifferent. However, he enjoyed munching on popcorn and watching the sobbing beauty beside him—it was

quite a unique pleasure, especially in the dark cinema, holding her soft, delicate hand. It was truly comfortable.

After the movie, they went out to eat. Lin Fan deliberately chose a food stall near the neighborhood where he

used to live. It was clear that Yao Wan Jiao wasn’t used to the feel of dining on the street, but she still sat on the

cheap plastic chairs without showing any signs of disapproval. Lin Fan liked this about her, considering she came

from a wealthy family; avoiding street food wasn’t a crafter all.

"Is this little bit okay?"

Watching Yao Wan Jiao eat only five shrimp tails, Lin Fan remembered how he had polished off the popcorn in the

cinema all by himself. He curiously gazed at her slender face.

"My diet needs to be strictly controlled, or else it'll affect my agility. Tonight, I've already made an exception by

eating crayfish. If my master knew, he would definitely scold me."

Yao Wan Jiao apologized to Lin Fan with a face full of regret. As a national first-class dancer, her master was the

Peacock Dance King. Since she was eight, she had been learning the Peacock Dance under him. Her diet was

strictly supervised by her master. Until now, she had never tasted fried chicken or burgers, nor had she drunk

any soft drinks, a near-harsh dietary standard that left Lin Fan astonished.

"This isn’t dance training; it’s torture. If life lacks delicacies, what's the point of living?"

Lin Fan sighed, finding the conditions too harsh.

"I can’t help it. Since I've chosen this path, | must strictly adhere to it. So, the day | stop dancing, I'll definitely

eat and drink heartily. Then, would you mind if | got fat?"

Yao Wan Jiao rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Of course not. While a bony beauty is attractive, a bit of plumpness is even better to hold."

Lin Fan laughed as he peeled a crayfish and popped it into his mouth.

"What do you mean by 'better to hold’?"

Yao Wan Jiao looked at Lin Fan in bafflement, her innocent gaze making Lin Fan feel somewhat guilt-ridden.

Having danced since childhood, she devoted all her energy to dancing and was oblivious to many other things.

Her pure heart really shouldn't be tainted.

So, Lin Fan quickly changed the subject, and afterwards, they walked around the night market. At that moment,

Lin Fan received a call from Zhang Caini, informing him to attend Zhu Defu’s dinner the next noon.

They joked and laughed, and soon it was nine o'clock in the evening—it was tfor Yao Wan Jiao’s evening

rehearsal. Thus, Lin Fan drove her back to the gate of the City Art Troupe.

"Was tonight a date?"

Lin Fan smiled as he glanced at the seatbelt straining over Yao Wan Jiao’s slightly protruding chest. As a dancer

of the Peacock Dance, she naturally wasn't voluptuous, but her fair skin and delicate features still made her a

top-notch beauty.

"You guess."

Yao Wan Jiao bit her lower lip, surprised at her own boldness. Yet the charming Lin Fan, whether in talent, looks,

or sense of humor, always attracted her greatly. And the feelings of the afternoon had been genuinely joyful for

her.

"Do you think | can guess?"

In the car, so quiet that their heartbeats seemed audible, an ambiguous fragrance lingered in the air, enveloping

them closely. Lin Fan’s eyes burned with passion as he deeply gazed at Yao Wan Jiao’s stunning face.

Lin Fan gently lifted Yao Wan Jiao’s chin with one hand, bringing her exquisite face closer to his own. Then, his

lips gently touched hers like falling petals.

Yao Wan Jiao, her face full of emotion, gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. She immersed

herself in Lin Fan's tenderness. When Lin Fan's tongue gently pried open her red lips and intertwined with hers

like two nimble little snakes, their breathing becrapid and chaotic. Lin Fan tightly embraced Yao Wan Jiao’s

waist, pulling her close into his arms, and pressed her body tightly against his own without leaving any gaps. His

hand gently caressed her back, feeling her softness and warmth, which stirred ripples in his heart.

Just as Lin Fan's hand slid down to her perky buttocks, Yao Wan Jiao, as if electrocuted, struggled to push Lin Fan

away, "I... I'm not ready yet!"

"I'm sorry, you were too beautiful, and I couldn't help myself."

Lin Fan looked apologetically at Yao Wan Jiao. She was unlike any other woman he had been with—her pure

affection and innocence really seemed outdated.

"It's... it’s okay... I... | should go!"

Yao Wan Jiao hurriedly pushed open the car door and stepped out, but she couldn't help but turn her head back

towards Lin Fan, "I had a great ttonight, thank you!"

Then, with her heart pounding wildly, she ran towards the gate of the Cultural Troupe. Watching her slender, tall

silhouette disappear, Lin Fan couldn't help but show a wry smile, "You're really tempting!"

Feeling a pang in his lower abdomen, Lin Fan’s mind was invaded by another slender figure—only his former aunt

could relieve his yearning.