Just as Dubian Che couldn't control himself and reached out to hold her in his arms, she pushed him away with both hands.
"Sir, I only dance and serve drinks, I don't see clients," she turned her head slightly away.
The two were very close; because of the recent fall, her black hair, with a faint fragrance, still lingered on Dubian Che's chest.
"Thinking that way already? I was merely trying to help Miss up." Saying so, Dubian Che slipped his hand into the hem of her kimono, kneading her thigh through the white cloth of her sock.
Jiutiao Meijie gently pushed against his chest with both hands, separating their bodies, her face turned aside in shyness.
"Sir, if you keep this up, I'll have to go back," she said with a slight immaturity in her voice.
"Alright, alright, I won't touch you," Dubian Che raised both his hands.
Immediately, Jiutiao Meijie's face broke into a playful smile, childlike as she said, "Then I'll pour wine for Sir."
