Your uncle Mo usually has his eyes higher than his head and walks sideways. If you can see me, you will be a ghost.
After all, she had met him several times. Even if he didn't recognize him, it would be too tacky to talk to her with only half of his face.
She chuckled softly, her gaze first glanced at Mo Xi's eyes, then his beautiful lips under his mask, and finally settled on his dark eyes.
Her eyes turned back and forth a thousand times.
It was clear that he didn't say anything, yet he seemed to have said everything.
She turned around and left, not wanting to be alone with him for another second. She looked at her walking back, stepping on the ground with her high heels, like stepping on the top of Mo Xi's heart.
Don't know what's going on.
He felt itchy, as if he had been scratched by a kitten's paws.
Not long after, the dance was officially held.
Chu Tianjiao arrived late. Others came in from outside the auditorium, but she was different. When the lights in the auditorium dimmed suddenly and then came back on instantly, a spotlight shone on her.
She came down from the spiral staircase paved with golden tiles, carrying a layered skirt as thick as a cake. She wore a white skirt and a special white veil, dressing up like a little bride.
The audience cheered and everyone called Chu the school beauty.
Wherever she goes, the spotlight follows her, and she is the central focus.
Standing in the distance on a midsummer night, there was a half-smile on his lips.
Sure enough, people are divided into groups and birds of a feather flock together.
She just said that Mo Xi was high-profile, which was too early. Chu Tianjiao was as good as him, or even better.
I was afraid that I would not be crowned the school belle this year, so I went out with such a big fanfare and engraved the fact that I am Chu Tianjiao on the half of the pure white mask.
Chu Tianjiao stood on the stage and said a few words based on his qualifications as last year's school beauty.
On a midsummer night, when I was about to doze off, the host made a generous speech, welcome to this year's masked dance, and then asked all the gentlemen and ladies to choose their favorite person to dance. After the dance, there was a voting session.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of boys ran towards Midsummer Night.
Trying to chase me away is like trying to beat a wall against a ghost.
"Beauty, let's dance?"
"I wonder if I would be honored to invite you to dance with me tonight?"
"I have many brothers. If you dance with me tonight, I will ask all the brothers to vote for you."
There is still a spotlight ring above Chu Tianjiao's head. She is the most dazzling existence, and she is also the one that boys can't reach and dare not invite to dance with her.
So what if the halo is stronger? The protagonist tonight seems to be no longer her.
Chu Tianjiao looked at the direction where the boys were rushing, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.
Even Mo Xi wasn't looking at her.
"Tianjiao, isn't that girl Midsummer Night?" Several girls who were in the clothing store yesterday gathered around Chu Tianjiao again at this moment.
They had all seen the dress they bought on midsummer night yesterday, and they knew the woman even if she was wearing a mask and turning into ashes.
"Don't tell me that she is really pretty when she dresses up carefully."
Just as his companion complimented her, Chu Tianjiao looked at her and immediately changed his words: "But with Jiaojiao here, no matter how she dresses up, it will not help. A livestock will always be a livestock."
The companion next to him was worried, "She already seems to be very popular. The boys don't know she is that bitch, so they all invite her to dance. Will they vote for her later? Then our genius——"
At this point, Chu Tianjiao's face turned black.
Why?
Is that wild girl from a rural background worthy of taking off the title of bitch? She will feel ashamed if there is even the slightest halo around her head!
Several friends saw the anger in Chu Tianjiao's eyes, and they all suggested, "How about we take off her mask later? What if she dresses up to seduce people? As long as everyone sees her face, they will spit and dislike her.
Ultimate!"
"Yes, Tianjiao, Nunu's suggestion is feasible."
Chu Tianjiao's exquisite makeup couldn't hide his pale face, and his red lips parted slightly, "Don't make too much noise, just let everyone know it's her."
That bitch is not worthy of her being jealous.
Sheng Xia Ye declined all the invitations until the boys felt bored and dispersed, and Mo Xi appeared in front of her.
He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the mask could not block his arrogant peacock face. He glanced at the snow-white skin on Shengxia Ye's chest, and the looming scenery made his abdomen tighten.
He rarely has such impulses.
He was very interested in this woman tonight, and he was very curious about what kind of stunning face she had under this mask.
Today's makeup on Midsummer Night was light and watery, but the eye makeup was slightly designed. The slightly upward eyeliner matched the Catwoman mask. She looked at Mo Xi, her red lips curved in a playful way, and she raised her face slightly, her face was cold.
The arrogance is even no less than that of Mo Xi.
Mo Xi made a very standard invitation to dance gesture, and stretched out the palm in front of Sheng Xia Ye. The joints were clearly defined, and it should be a pair of hands that are easy to hold.
She squinted her eyes and naturally raised her gaze to look at Chu Tianjiao not far away.
Princess of the Chu family, two-time school beauty.
I'm sorry, I can only make her a foil tonight.
Sheng Xia Ye didn't say anything, but took Mo Xi's hand and danced a jazz dance with him. The boys surrounding the scene never took their eyes away from them.
Some are envious of Mo Xi, while others are angry with her for her vanity.
Everyone is jealous of Mo Xi's wealth and appearance, and everyone wants to be him.
Mo Xi put one hand on Sheng Xia Ye's waist. Such a thin waist seemed to break if he pinched it.
"You are a good dancer. You have been learning jazz since you were a child?" Mo Xi's eyes showed a little more admiration, and at the same time, there was a smile at the end of his eyes, very proud of himself.
He knew that no girl could escape his grasp.
He has never taken the initiative to invite a girl, this is the first time, and she should be grateful to him for this honor.
Sheng Xia Ye had no intention of listening to him. Not far away, she saw the women she had met in the clothing store yesterday gradually approaching. They hugged the tool man's dance partner, but the sharp hatred in their eyes was too obvious.
The visitor is not good!
Sheng Xia Ye's red lips curled into a sneer, and just when the straight-haired girl pretended to fall and came to pull her mask off, she spun around and turned into Mo Xi's arms. He matched her "dance steps" and held her slender waist tightly.
The faint fragrance of the midsummer night entered his nose.
Different from all the women's perfumes he had ever smelled, this smell was simply refreshing.
The straight-haired girl was so angry.
He could almost reach her mask! She was not convinced, but Sheng Xia Ye was already swaying and dancing gracefully in Mo Xi's arms. No matter how angry she was, she didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Mo Xi, so she left and other companions came up.
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Nunu pretended to smile, and after the dance ended, she came up to Shengxia Ye and asked, "This mask of yours is really exquisite. In which shop was it customized? Can I see it?"
Wait until she takes a closer look and thinks of a way to take it off, and everything will fall into place.
Even a fool knows there is something wrong with her, let alone Mo Xi.
He frowned, held Shengxia Ye behind him, and glanced at Nunu with his sharp and cold eyes, "Are you okay?"