Her heart ached a little uncontrollably. She could not dance in the first place, but she stepped on the count's foot because of her uneasiness.
"I'm sorry." This is a simple everyday word, she said guiltily.
"It doesn't matter, you are very straightforward and I like it very much."
She only understood the first three words, but from his gentle tone, she knew that he really didn't mind her stepping on his feet.
What a tolerant and polite gentleman.
But the man in front of her was too polite, so she couldn't find a reason to run away.
As he led her, she, who was originally dancing in a messy manner, slowly caught up with the rhythm.
Although the two people don't understand each other's language, they can express each other's meaning through smiles.
Shui Xi found that as her body swayed, she gradually fell in love with the feeling of moving her body lightly from the initial discomfort, and the smile on her lips couldn't help but bloom like a flower.
She was so engrossed that she didn't realize that the cold and sharp gaze kept falling on her in annoyance.
"Bang~"
As the mask dance came to an end, the sound of loud fireworks drowned out the dance music.
Everyone's interest in dancing shifted to watching the fireworks, and everyone walked towards the deck.
Shui Xi wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but was dragged by the Count D's hand toward the deck. Helplessly, the man was a little crowded, and his grip was tight. She was embarrassed to struggle directly, so she could only let him lead her.
There was another scenery on the deck, so wide that it reminded Shui Xi of an airport.
Under the dark curtain, the deck is lit with fireworks, lights, all kinds of delicacies, and the best wine.
When Shui Xi was leaning against the crowd and was deeply attracted by the colorful fireworks, a glass of wine was brought to her.
She took it with a smile.
Since the two of them didn't understand each other, they clinked their wine glasses and smiled in a friendly manner before looking up at the fireworks blooming in the sky.
Just when she was lamenting that the fireworks were brilliant but fleeting, there was another person beside her.
Even if she didn't look, she knew who this person was.
Just because the sharp and pressing breath came close to her, it was so oppressive that she couldn't even breathe smoothly.
Not daring to look at him, she could only raise her head and look at the night sky pretending to be calm. God knows, her feet were shaking with fear.
"You've become a lot more courageous." He sighed lowly.
"Ling, Ling Muche, is that you?" She exclaimed, pretending to be suddenly enlightened.
As soon as her eyes met, she was startled by the coldness in his eyes.
"Didn't you recognize me when I asked you to dance?" His tone couldn't hide his displeasure.
"No, no, you are wearing a mask, and the lights on the dance floor are so bright, how could I possibly recognize you." She firmly denied it.
At this point, no matter how much pressure he exerted, she could only deny it to the end.
"Really?" His eyes became even colder: "You didn't hear what I said on the dance floor. How come you knew it was me when I spoke now?"
It's such a big bug that Shui Xi couldn't come up with a lie even if he tried hard.
Ling Chi could only stand there in fear, accepting his cold eyes.
In panic, he approached her, put his hands around her waist, and seemed to want to cut her waist off.
His breath sprayed in her ears, causing waves of itching. She couldn't help but shrink her neck, but she listened to him saying coldly every word: "You are really a watery flower. As my mistress, you dare to follow me like this?"
Other men dance so happily and are very courageous. It seems that I haven't trained you enough."
Shui Xi tensed up nervously: "You, what do you want to do?"
He smiled evilly, touched her lips with his warm fingers, and said ambiguously: "The pink lips are really attractive and crystal-like. I really want to take a bite."
"Ling Muze, there are so many people here, you...well..." Before he could finish his words, his lips were covered.
There were gasps from all around.
His hand touched her ear, and the purple butterfly mask slipped off and floated away in the wind.
A cold and charming smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Amid everyone's exclamations, he held her face, turned and kissed her pink lips.
After the initial struggle and protest, after using his familiar kissing skills, she put her hands on his shoulders, was so dizzy from the kiss that she endured his greedy bites.
While he was intoxicated, the hot breath covering his lips disappeared.
She didn't know why, she looked at the handsome and charming man in front of her with her watery eyes. There was sadness and intoxication in her eyes.
His slender and gentle hand caressed her cheek ambiguously: "It's true that you are judged by your clothes. It is undeniable that you are quite beautiful tonight. You attracted the attention of many men, but
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Shui Xi looked at him doubtfully, not knowing what he meant.
In a daze, he walked away with a charming smile.
She watched him enter the cabin in confusion.
However, she soon understood the meaning of his words, because there were n pairs of beautiful eyes staring at her with jealousy around her.
When she came back to her senses, she wanted to leave as if nothing had happened, but she saw that the distinguished ladies were already surrounding her with pride.
In all directions.
She didn't know where to escape for a moment.
Ling Muze, who had originally left, was now standing by the door of the cabin, looking at her with dark eyes as she fell into the spotlight.
He has always been a cruel person, and if she dares to hook up with another man in front of him, she will have to bear the consequences.
He watched coldly as she was surrounded by women, retreating step by step.
"What are you doing?" She forced herself to calmly scold the women who came around.
One of the women wearing a rose mask sneered, and pushed her with a long nail polished hand. She was as arrogant as a peacock and said in a bad tone: "You are very beautiful. He is very fond of you. If you are
If this beautiful face is scratched, you won't be able to win his love."
He speaks fluent and authentic Chinese and sounds very familiar.
Shui Xi opened his eyes wide in fear: "Xia, Xia Lan, why are you here?"
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a while. I've become smarter. You can recognize who I am as soon as you hear it." Xia Lan said coldly.
Shui Xi couldn't figure out why Xia Lan was also at this dance, and looked at the tall woman in front of her in astonishment, wearing a V-neck black dress, like an elf in the dark night.
She hadn't seen him for a while, and she felt that Xia Lan had changed a lot, but for a while she couldn't tell what the changes were.
"Xia Lan, why are you here?" She asked repeatedly in curiosity. Doesn't Xia Lan work in a magazine? Why are you at this luxurious party?
Xia Lan's eyes flashed with a coldness, but it was fleeting, and she said with a smile: "I have been unlucky for so long, God finally took pity on me and was willing to help me. I thought that the revenge plan would not be so easy to realize, but I didn't expect it.
, I’m so lucky to meet you here, Bai Shuixi, you really don’t follow the clouds.”
Xia Lan's eyes were too cold, and she had seen her insidiousness before. She stepped back warily, but when she took a step back, Xia Lan took a step forward.
"What do you want to do?" she asked, frowning.
Xia Lan just snorted coldly, and then she spoke fluent English to the women who gathered around her. Shui Xi graduated from junior high school, and it was mixed with water, so she couldn't understand what Xia Lan said at all.
She saw those women, after listening to Xia Lan's words, exuding jealousy, approaching her step by step, mumbling the languages of their respective countries at her.
She was forced to cling to the fence, with the bottomless sea below.
"Don't come here, go away, go away..."
Those pairs of jealous eyes seemed to eat her alive. She knew that she could not fight against so many women alone. She wanted to escape, but the women surrounded her aggressively, either grabbing her hair or pulling her clothes.
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There were screams of exclamation from all around, but no one came to help him.
"Assistant, it's too much for so many of you to bully one person. Fortunately, you are all respectable young ladies."
During the struggle, Shui Xi heard that the only person speaking for her was the count just now. Although she couldn't understand what he said, she knew from his angry tone that he was speaking for her.
Before she could be moved, she heard what Xia Lan said to the count. The count fell silent and allowed her to be torn apart by those women.
The VIPs around him changed from initial shock to fun and laughter. These upper-class people must be sipping wine with great interest at this moment and watching the wonderful "performance" in front of them.
"Let me go, let go..."
"Go away, you bastards..." She refused to compromise and struggled desperately, screaming. Her hair and clothes were in a mess. She was no longer as graceful and luxurious as before, and the sparrow suddenly returned to its original shape.
Every part of my upper body hurt, and I must have been scratched in many places.
As the pain continued, she vowed to learn English when she returned, so that she would not have to suffer bullying without speaking the language.
Standing at the door of the cabin, the slender man watched her being bullied by the women with narrowed eyes, and his fists could not help but clenched secretly, as if he was holding back something.
But in the end, his frown gradually relaxed and he turned around.
Just when he was about to ignore what happened to her and leave without seeing her, there was a sharp cry: "Falled into the water, that woman fell into the water..."
His body shook violently, he turned around and ran over in a hurry, pushing away the women who had gathered around him with a cold expression, and shouted angrily: "Get out of my way."
The women dispersed one after another, but one of them didn't seem to hear, and was still blocking the front, and was kicked to the side by him angrily.
Looking down at the sea, you can vaguely see a figure thrashing about, and you can also hear the painful cry: "Help, help, help, help..." It was obvious that he could no longer bear the pain.
It's the tide, it's the tide.
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After confirming who the person under the water was, he looked solemn, stepped over the fence like a brave man in the dark night without hesitation, and jumped off with a vigorous posture.
Women's exclamations of relief could be heard from all around.