However, in Zhou Liang's ears, it turned out to be rejection.
And the way this girl refused was so innocent.
Cover it all up and just pretend to be stupid.
His heart felt indescribably depressed, but he still curled his lips and smiled.[
Looking at her with too hot eyes, he raised his fingers slightly, as if to touch Jin Yu's hair.
Jin Yu suddenly ducked his head, and what flashed in his mind was the ruthless agreement - not to have any too intimate actions with anyone of the opposite sex.
In the "Imperial Palace", there was an overwhelming scream.
On the dance floor, in the center, stood a man in white, with a sinister and passionate appearance.
His surroundings were automatically bypassed by two meters, and no one appeared.
A bright beam of light hit the man's body. His face was unusually handsome. The moment the music started playing, his dance started.
His whole body was filled with a smell called lust. His hair moved slightly, and his whole person exuded a cold and enchanting aura.
The dance moves are sultry.
One person's samba.
All the dancers stopped and focused their attention on that person.
It is obviously the most beautiful picture, but it makes people have a kind of desire. However, just thinking about it, no one dares to seduce the charm.
Because, that kind of person, standing in that venue, dancing like that, is like an illusion.
Unreal and terrifying.
Samba is a beautiful dance, but it has a different flavor.
He seemed to be jumping to the point of excitement. He opened his fingers from his forehead, then slid all the way down, seemingly touching his eyes, nose, lips, and then slid to his neck. With a slight movement of his middle finger, he spared his
Collarbone, rotating at the buttons of his shirt.[
Screams sounded.
The man raised his eyebrows, elegantly and calmly, and slowly and calmly unbuttoned his shirt.
One, two.
Then at the climax of the atmosphere, he danced solo, which was absolutely beautiful.
