"It hurts! You are not a gentleman at all, but I still want to teach you!"
The girl who was like an elf persevered. It was rare that she followed her father to such a beautiful castle, and she also saw the man who was like a god carefully arrange the birthday for his beloved woman.
She swore that she would find a handsome man and have an affair.
Murong Jue was the only man she found tonight who was inferior to Tian Junhao.
Moreover, he looks so evil and is very fond of himself.[
"Ouch -" she screamed again.
Murong Jue shrugged and looked down at her with an apologetic expression: "I think it's better to forget it and find someone else to dance with you."
"No! This lady must teach you."
He is so handsome, but he can't even waltz. It hurts a man's self-esteem too much. She must teach him how to prevent him from being hit in the future.
Murong Jue's expression was indifferent, and An Ying was led by Tian Junhao to spin to his side and slightly stuck out her tongue at him.
"Husband, look at the girl dancing with Brother Jue like an elf." An Ying couldn't help but feel envious.
She has a pair of azure eyes and long black waist-length hair slanting down. She seems to be a mixed race.
Tian Junhao smiled slightly, hugged her, and spoke in a low tone:
"Wife, you are the most beautiful elf."
In his eyes, no elf can compare to his precious wife.
The dance party was finally over, and Tian Junhao took An Ying to rest on the sofa nearby.
Murong Jue held the girl who looked like an elf with an apologetic look on her face and walked to them.
Her feet had been stepped on by him countless times, and huge drops of water swirled in her eyes, refusing to fall.
"Are you OK?"
Murong Jue placed her on the sofa, squatted down, and wanted to take off her shoes and socks to check the injury.
When the elf-like girl saw someone waving to her in the distance, she immediately jumped three feet into the air and stood up.
"I'm leaving. You're really not fit to dance the waltz."
She choked up a bit, imagining that her feet must have swelled so much, ugh, now she started to regret it.
Some monstrous men are definitely of low IQ, and they are worthless and useless.[
Seeing her leaving in a hurry, Murong Jue couldn't help but asked: "Girl, what's your name?"
She looked back at him and frowned: "I'm not a girl. My name is Yiyi. What about you?"
"Murong Jue!"
[Ou Ye, this lady’s favorite man, Murong Jue, finally decided to give it to me. I am Yiyi, hehe, here to make soy sauce. 】