Chang Shang stood up from him reluctantly. Wearing a fluffy nightgown, she walked into the house extremely sadly.
The temperature on the balcony is too low. There is a heater in the room, so even if I take off my bathrobe, I don't feel cold.
But what if she danced too enthusiastically and he remembered how he tied her to the bed that day, and then tortured her so hard that she was so weak that she couldn't get out of bed for several days?
Standing there for a while, she mentally weighed the pros and cons of jumping or not jumping.
Chang Mian was still sitting on the balcony, with a bit of impatience on his face and a smile on his face.
"Are you going to dance or not?"
"Chang Mian, there is one thing I forgot to tell you."
Chang Mian frowned slightly: "Don't change the subject, I want to watch you belly dance."
This twisted woman just asked her to dance and stood there for a long time. Where was her overly excited look from the last dance?
Woo...
"Actually, last time I checked on Baidu to prevent dysmenorrhea. Belly dancing is a healthy dance that plays an effective role in health care. It can regulate the female endocrine system, promote pelvic blood circulation, and internally massage the abdominal cavity and
The uterus and other organs have certain auxiliary therapeutic effects on dysmenorrhea.”
"That's just right. If you dance every night from now on, it won't be so painful when the month comes." Chang Mian smiled: "I will supervise you from now on, and you will dance in front of me every day."
Three crows flew over Chang Shang's head.
She clenched her hands so tightly that she almost wanted to bite off her tongue, "Isn't it?"
"What is it? Jump quickly?"
Woohoo...
"How about, Chang Mian, let's dance rumba? Or dance to the dance on my birthday night? It's so boring to dance alone." Chang Shang looked at Chang Mian with a grimace, feeling extremely sad in her heart, and praying in her mouth.
She liked the dance on her birthday night the most. At that time, she was like a lark flying freely. No matter how she danced, as long as she gave her hand to him, she could perform the most beautiful music.
Chang Mian smiled lightly, but he didn't reject it.
In a hotel room late at night, with soothing music, a handsome man puts his arms around a woman's waist. Looking out the window, it seems that there are two figures behind the curtains. How romantic it must be to enjoy the two of them alone.
Sentiment?
Step, spin, leap, turn around, spin again...
At the end, Chang Mian panted slightly, lowered his head, and captured the woman's red lips.
Looking at her in front of him, he felt shy. Then thinking of the scene that Brother Yan said, he imagined a ten-year-old girl who was hit by a car and covered in blood. She pinched her injured area tightly with her hand while staying awake.
While holding Sister Yan's hand, she whispered: Save Brother Chang...