Seeing that her hair was a little messy, Mo Fei naturally raised his hand to straighten her hair.
At this time, the piano player had already composed a lyrical song, and looking at her slightly red face, Mo Fei spoke softly.
"Dance another song? I can dance this one."
"OK!"
Leng Ran stood up straight, her hands still on his neck.
He held her waist and danced gently to the music.
Danced with him to the rhythm, looked up at him coldly, and laughed out loud from time to time.
"It seems like the two of us haven't danced for a long time."
"Yes!" Mo Fei hugged her and turned around, "It's been two years and six months in total."
Leng Ran raised his eyebrows, "No way, it's been so long?"
"Of course. The last time we danced together was when grandpa celebrated his 70th birthday party."
Leng Ran nodded, "It seems so. I didn't expect it has been so long. You remember it so clearly."
Could it be that he laughed? Not only did he remember this incident clearly, but he also talked about it!
Not only the last time they danced, he even remembered the first time she danced with him.
He was an aristocrat, and dance was a compulsory course. He began to receive ballroom dancing lessons at a very young age, but Leng Ran was different. She did not start learning to dance until she was six years old.
When she was a child, Leng Ran was cute and had a little baby fat.
I still remember that Mo Bei prepared a small dress for her that day. It was red.
Her long black hair was cut in a beautiful flowing style, with a small hairpin with red and black dots, and she wore a pair of small white leather shoes.
The teacher asked him to lead her to dance, but before he started, she stepped over and left a small black footprint on his white leather shoes.
She smiled at him nonchalantly.
"Could it be that you are so stupid, why don't you move your feet away!"
Thinking of this, Mo Fei chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Leng Ran asked curiously.
"I just remembered the first time we danced."
Hearing him mention this matter, Leng Ran also laughed.
"Don't worry, I won't step on your feet this time!"
Mo Fei raised his lips, and then said like he did when he was a child, "It's okay, just don't hurt your feet."
Leng Ran laughed so much that she fell into his arms with laughter, "You know, maybe, at that time, I thought you were so stupid."
"What now?"
Leng Ran raised his face, "Now...it's quite silly."
As she said that, she tightened her arms, hugged his neck, leaned over and kissed his lips.
When I was little, I didn't understand that he was letting her go.
Now that I have grown up, I understand that at that time, I had already learned how to pamper her.
And she always realizes it later.
Holding his neck, Leng Ran pressed her face against his neck, "Could it be...thank you."
He hugged her waist and asked, "Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for taking me out. If I hadn't been traveling, I really don't know how I would have endured it for so many days... Maybe my legs would still be the same now." Her fingers crossed over and held his wrist, coldly.
Gently touching the two scars on his wrists left after being bitten by wolves, he said, "It's so good to have you by my side."
Mo Fei smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
"Am I your husband? If I don't accompany you, who will accompany you?"
"Stop coming!" She rolled her eyes.
"You forgot, we held a ceremony in the church." Mo Fei reminded with a smile.
