I am not just a tycoon

Curved figure, flexible waist—she's got something going on.

"Shen Yuan, the environment here is so beautiful."

Peang Yayun spoke with a flushed face and satisfaction.

"It's alright."

Shen Yuan wanted to wrap his right arm around Shi Zhixuan, but seeing her intentionally keep half a body's distance, he decided to give up.

As the group leader, she's still a bit conservative. Otherwise, how could I trust her to handle the dance troupe in the future?

"You've been practicing for a week now, how's it going?" Shen Yuan slid his hand along her waist and gave Peang Yayun's butt a pat.

"You know, I hadn't practiced before, but Zhixuan and Sasha are dancing really well."

"You've got to work harder too."

"Mhm."

Peang Yayun nodded, then leaned in and whispered in Shen Yuan's ear, "I'll tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Aisha's complaining that her chest is too small."

"Hm?"

Shen Yuan glanced at Aisha's figure. Compared to the average person, it wasn't really small, but standing next to Shi Zhixuan and Peang Yayun, it didn't quite hold up.

"And then?"

Peang Yayun smirked mischievously, "I told her that rubbing them makes them bigger, and she believed me."

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a reward tonight."

Shen Yuan planned to reward Peang Yayun with a few goals tonight.

Shi Zhixuan and Aisha didn't hear the secret conversation between them, but Aisha noticed how the two had just been looking at her, and felt inexplicably uneasy. Hey, Yayun, you're not going to sell me out, are you?

After their walk, the group began changing clothes to prepare for dance practice. This time, they would practice in the living room on the second floor. Aisha and Shi Zhixuan took their clothes into the guest room, while Peang Yayun came up to Shen Yuan, sweetly saying, "Shen Yuan, can I change in your room?"

Shen Yuan chuckled, held her hand, and led her into the room, "Of course, I'll join you, then."

Peang Yayun turned her back to Shen Yuan and slowly began to undo her clothes, saying playfully, "You're not allowed to look at me, okay?"

Shen Yuan laughed to himself. Oh, you little tease—if you really didn't want me to see, you could've gone to the bathroom to change. Why put on this little act?

Trying to mess with me, huh? Looks like someone wants a dose of "nutritious fast milk."

It didn't take long before Peang Yayun was left wearing only a bra and panties. From Shen Yuan's perspective, her graceful curves showed: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and full hips.

On top of that, Peang Yayun wasn't behaving normally while changing clothes. First, she flipped her long hair, then kept twisting her waist and hips as if her body was itching.

Up close, Shen Yuan discovered that her skin was quite nice—not extremely fair, but smooth and soft, making him want to touch it.

That time at the startup base, she didn't take much off, so Shen Yuan hadn't had a chance to truly appreciate her body's texture.

She also had a pair of sleek, long legs—175 cm tall, and these legs alone had to be at least 1 meter long—balanced proportions with a hint of curviness.

A perfect setup for passion.

Then, she slowly picked up her clothes from the bed, her back still facing Shen Yuan, and continued dressing. She kept reminding him, "Don't look, Shen Yuan."

Feigning ignorance, huh?

First, she pulled on a small gray tank top that lightly exposed her bellybutton, then slipped into a pair of loose-fitting jeans, finishing with an oversized button-up shirt. She didn't fully put on the shirt—just hung it loosely over her arms.

Finally, she flipped her hair again, turned around, shot a dazzling smile, and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"To dance for you, of course."

"I think we can dance later tonight."

Shen Yuan stepped close to Peang Yayun, placed his hands on her bare shoulders, and flashed a playful smirk. "What do you think?"