Over the next two days, aside from sleeping in a nearby hotel and eating out, Vanessa spent almost all of her waking moments practicing how to dance with Jun.
It was a good thing that her salary from the PV had finally arrived, because the little money she had saved was starting to run out.
"Come on! Roll your hips—no, not like that...what the heck is that? Why do you look like a beheaded chicken?"
"Stomp your feet...not like a soldier, more like...a light tap of your toes. Ahhh, you're killing me."
"Kneel to the floor, then abruptly stand up. Flip your hair like a sexy goddess...you call that sexy? You ate a strand of your hair! Spit it out!"
Vanessa collapsed and rolled to the floor, groaning in exhaustion.
"Jun, tell me the truth. You actually hate me, don't you?" she grumbled.
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