Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation - Chapter 6: The Ponytail Girl

Zhou Lang and Ivanova’s bodies occasionally brushed against each other. If it were any other man, he might have taken the opportunity to pull Ivanova closer and take advantage of the situation.

Opportunities like this don’t come by every day. Besides, guessing what Ivanova was wearing underneath meant you could enjoy ten minutes of her company—this was Ivanova’s on offer. Even in this cramped changing room, a little harmless flirtation likely wouldn’t bother her too much.

However, Zhou Lang tried to keep his composure and minimized physical contact.

Dancing so closely with a beautiful woman but not taking things further would be torture for any normal man. Yet, this type of torture is one most men would gladly endure because the restrained feeling is thrilling. These days, isn’t that what men seek—thrills?

Perhaps due to different cultural values and upbringing, Ivanova, as a woman, should have been more reserved, but she seemed more at ease than Zhou Lang.

At first, she was a bit nervous dancing so closely, but the scent of Zhou Lang’s masculinity was pleasant, even intoxicating. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the moment.

Had this been before last night, before Zhou Lang underwent his transformation, Ivanova probably wouldn’t have felt this way. But in just one night, Zhou Lang was no longer the man he used to be.

Noticing Ivanova closing her eyes, Zhou Lang couldn’t resist sneaking a few glances at her.

A delicate face, long eyelashes, a high nose, and a curvy figure—Ivanova was captivating in every way, nearly perfect. She was indeed a woman of extraordinary beauty.

It was hard not to be mesmerized by such a beautiful woman. As Zhou Lang’s gaze lingered, the talisman on him activated once more.

At such a close distance, his gaze pierced through Ivanova’s white t-shirt and black skirt, seeing everything beneath.

Ivanova’s figure was as alluring as Xiao Xi’s.

Zhou Lang’s breathing became heavy…

Yet Ivanova didn’t seem bothered. The two continued dancing, the atmosphere between them growing increasingly intimate.

…

Suddenly, the music in the bar grew louder, signaling that business hours were about to begin. Their dance time had exceeded ten minutes.

“Miss Ivanova, thank you for this wonderful time,” Zhou Lang quickly let go of her and expressed his gratitude.

Ivanova smiled but said nothing.

“I’ll take my leave now,” Zhou Lang said, preparing to open the door and leave.

“Wait for me,” Ivanova said playfully. She took a black bag hanging on the wall and pulled out a pair of black underwear.

Seeing this intimate item, Zhou Lang felt the blood rush to his head. Though he had strong self-control, everyone had a limit. Zhou Lang was nearing his. A little more, and he might lose control and act on his impulses—it wouldn’t be entirely his fault since she was the one initiating.

“I’m open-minded, but I’m not loose,” Ivanova said, winking as she handed the underwear to Zhou Lang.

“Help me put this on, and let’s leave together.”

“This…”

Zhou Lang felt his pulse quicken, struggling to maintain composure. He steadied himself and said, “You’re so beautiful and sexy—aren’t you afraid I’ll do something beastly?”

“I felt earlier that you’re a gentleman, so I trust you won’t,” Ivanova replied, slightly raising one of her legs.

Zhou Lang was at a loss, holding the delicate piece of underwear, unsure whether to help her put it on or not.

Suddenly, Ivanova’s phone, hanging around her neck, rang. She answered it quickly and said to Zhou Lang, “The boss is calling me. I have to go.”

With that, she swiftly took the underwear from Zhou Lang and put it on at lightning speed.

Zhou Lang had only ever seen such a scene on the internet, where some female baseball players would change their underwear in public. Today, he witnessed it up close for the first time.

Though Ivanova moved skillfully, thinking she had hidden all the critical areas, little did she know that Zhou Lang had already seen everything.

“Don’t forget to close the door,” Ivanova said, her high heels clicking as she left.

…

Zhou Lang let out a sigh of relief. After taking a moment to compose himself in the changing room, he stepped out and went to the public changing area to put on his work uniform.

The male bartenders at the bar wore a uniform consisting of a white shirt, slacks, a bow tie, and a vest.

Returning to the bar’s main hall, Zhou Lang began his day’s work.

As a part-time bartender, Zhou Lang’s job was essentially to do whatever needed to be done. His main task was to clear the glasses after customers finished their drinks, take them to the back, and clean the tables.

Although Lover’s Bar wasn’t large, it had good business.

By five or six in the evening, customers were already coming in.

The bar originally had a bartender known as Awu, who was quite popular due to his good looks. But tonight, Ivanova completely stole the show. As a flair bartender, her impressive techniques left everyone in awe. Combined with her stunning looks, it was no wonder the male customers were smitten.

Zhou Lang occasionally glanced at Ivanova’s performance, but by ten o’clock, his attention shifted to a quiet corner of the bar.

In that corner sat a pure-looking girl with a ponytail, dressed in a tracksuit, drinking alone.

She was about 1.68 meters tall, and wore no makeup, but was strikingly beautiful. If she were seen anywhere else, one might think she was a university campus queen.

She wasn’t just drinking beer; she had ordered red wine as well. But she wasn’t sipping delicately like most girls—she downed her drinks with a certain swagger, finishing each glass in one go.

Bars are places where men and women often flirt. A beautiful woman like this, drinking alone, would inevitably attract attention. The ponytail girl, with her innocent look, was the perfect target for men on the prowl. After a few drinks, a chubby guy with a gold chain around his neck swaggered over and sat across from her.

“Get lost!”

Before the chubby guy could even speak, the ponytail girl fiercely spat out the words.

Zhou Lang instantly knew this seemingly innocent but fierce ponytail girl was in trouble.

“Oh, little beauty, you’ve got quite the temper,” the chubby guy sneered. “But wild girls like you are my favorite. I’m sitting right here—what are you gonna do about it?”

The chubby guy had a menacing look and reeked of alcohol; he was not someone to be trifled with.

“Your mouth stinks!”

The ponytail girl grabbed a beer bottle and, with lightning speed, smashed it over the chubby guy’s head.