"Waltz, how do you dance?" Xin Qing frowned slightly in embarrassment...Waltz, how do you dance?
"Then I'll teach you?" His eyes were as clear as stars, and a clear radiance bloomed in his crystal pupils. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, as pure as transparent crystal.
"Okay, okay." Xinqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and put her hand on Jiu Qianmo's. He showed an ungrateful smile and hugged her tightly.
Xin Qing's body fell forward uncontrollably. Just as her lips were about to touch his, she stopped. Jiu Qianmo looked at Xin Qing with a disgusting face, full of displeasure.
"Follow me." His voice suddenly dropped a few degrees, and Xin Qing shrank, staring closely at Jiu Qianmo's footsteps, trying to keep up with him.
Jiu Qianmo looked at the serious expression on the person in his arms, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and raised her chin with one hand: "Look at me." Like a domineering child, he declared his ownership of her.
"But..." She looked embarrassed. "Are you obedient?" Jiu Qianmo lowered his head, "Okay." Xin Qing's big eyes stared at Jiu Qianmo's.
She was almost fascinated by those eyes.
A smile as bright as the sun finally returned to his face.
Tang Jiujiu's eyes couldn't help but look at Jiuqianmo. Qianliu sighed slightly and slowly approached Jiuqianmo. Then when they made throwing movements at the same time, Tang Jiujiu's dance partner was changed to Jiuqianmo.
Xinqing threw herself into Qian Liu's arms in astonishment, frowned slightly, raised her head, held back the words she wanted to say, and forcefully swallowed what she wanted to say back into her stomach.
Her dance partner...has changed?
"Xinqing, pay attention." Qian Liu's voice was undoubtedly cold. Xinqing nodded slightly and twitched the corner of his mouth awkwardly. On the other side... Jiu Qianmo's face was obviously not good-looking either. He was dancing stiffly with Tang Jiujiu.
Waltz, Zuo Sichen was almost dying of soreness watching it.
When they were about to approach the front of the catwalk, Jiu Qianmo pulled back Xin Qing's hand: "It's mine, and it will always be mine. No one else can take it away." Jiu Qianmo smiled and looked at Xin Qing's clear water.
s eyes.
"What's yours and mine... is a mess." Zuo Sichen was already cursing loudly over there. "Bend down and pick it up." Jiu Qianmo was undoubtedly the first person to reach the top of the catwalk. Xin Qing was surprisingly obedient.