The skin on her dazzling snow-white back was so thin that it seemed like it couldn't catch even a drop of water.
Each of Yu Nianen's series of dance movements can be as still as a beautiful oil painting. All the light and darkness, light and shadow are only in this white snow.
Everything around him, including the fluttering gauze curtains, expensive Persian carpets, the sofa moved to the side... and everything in this room, no longer seemed real.
Rong Beiming only felt dazzled. His eyes and heart were filled with this dancing woman, nothing else.
In fact, although he likes dancing girls, he doesn't know much about dancing, but he feels that he understands what Yu Nianen wants to express at this time, which contains happiness, joy, expectations, and is full of dreams.
Only he does not exist.
The faint smile on her face was for a certain person, a certain man.
Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on Rong Beiming's handsome face. He raised his hands and clapped his hands gracefully, saying, "It's so powerful that the sofa moved away."
Yu Nianen suddenly stopped dancing, and there were fine beads of sweat on his smooth forehead.
In fact, Rong Beiming clapped his hands because Yu Nianen danced so well. Every dance step seemed to step on the apex of his heart, making him feel a little excited from the bottom of his heart.
But to Yu Nianen's ears, it was a mockery of her strength for moving the sofa.
Therefore, she looked at him unhappily after being interrupted, and turned off the CD player. The music was composed by Ding Shiqian, and the title was "Hope".
It belongs to the two of them, and no outsiders are allowed to intervene.
"The dance is good, but the music is not good," Rong Beiming guessed what she was thinking and deliberately slandered her. Seeing that her face was turning green, he continued even more unscrupulously, "The music is not bad, it's just unpleasant. It's simply unpleasant.
Dead. Who made the music? And the performer is even worse. Nian En, if you want to dance, you have to choose the right music!"
Yu Nianen picked up the towel on the window sill and wiped his face, and said angrily: "Play the piano to a cow. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Rong Beiming stared at her without saying a word. There was no trace of fluctuation in his quiet and deep eyes, like two glacial lakes that had not melted for thousands of years, but the slightly raised corner of his mouth outlined a trace of a smile.
There is another man hiding in this woman's heart, a piano prince named Ding Ziqian.