A magnetic voice sounded from above her head, and Xia Qingqing did not take her eyes away from the dance floor.
She never paid attention to such flirtations.
"Miss Xia Qingqing, can I ask you to dance?"
The man invited patiently again, his straight suit blocking Xia Qingqing's view.
"How do you know me?"
Xia Qingqing looked up and saw a very friendly man who smiled sincerely and asked in surprise.
She was never surprised when a stranger could call her by her name. But the man in front of her was at least 27 or 8 years old, and he didn't look like a student.
"Xia Qingqing, Class A of Yucai Senior High School, doesn't she know that your reputation has spread far and wide?"
The man explained with a smile, both as a compliment and as a joke.
Is this really the case? Xia Qingqing frowned, expressing doubts.
"I don't know you."
"My dear, Murong Zhi, I would like to get acquainted with the pure and lovely Miss Xia Qingqing. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to invite Miss Qingqing to dance with her?"
The man introduced himself humbly, bowed at an elegant and gentlemanly 90 degrees, and held his big palm in the air in a sincere invitation.
Xia Qingqing looked at the man in front of her carefully. He was several years older than his brother and taller and burlier than his brother.
He looks mature and steady, but also deep. He doesn't look like a bad person, nor does he look like a good person. He has the air of a businessman.
Look at the dance floor again. The two princesses are accompanied by the most elegant princes. Why should she look like an abandoned wretch?
After hesitating again and again, the small hand put it on the big palm as if in anger, and was quickly grasped by the big palm.
"Your little hands are so cold. I wonder if my big palm can warm you?"
The man clenched his little hands, looked at Xia Qingqing's pale face and murmured distressedly, his deep eyes so gentle that they could drip with water.
"Thanks."
This uncle is a bit frivolous and dangerous!
Xia Qingqing secretly put her guard up, stared coldly at the man in front of her, and thanked her coldly.
He tried to pull his hand away, but it was held tighter, and his waist was held by the man's other big palm.
Xia Qingqing instinctively retreated and began to regret it.
I'm not used to being touched by other men, but I have to maintain my ladylike image in this situation.
It was just a dance, Xia Qingqing comforted herself, and could only be led to the dance floor by the man half-forced.
Huh? Where did the oil bottle go?
Why is that place in the corner so empty?!
You Ping's snow-white figure is no longer there. Wasn't she sitting there obediently?
Ouyang Lingyun was panicked, and his sharp eyes glanced around in panic. Finally, he saw the snow-white figure in the arms of a man not far from the dance floor!
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Second update
I recommend Bubu's completed work "Uncle Let Me Hug". I suggest those of you who haven't seen it to watch it. It's very exciting!