It was okay at first. Jing Tian'er felt like she was swaying to the soft music, the lights were swaying and hazy, and it felt a bit romantic and intoxicating.
But gradually it didn't work anymore - her heels were too high!
She couldn't stand it anymore after the song ended, and her ankles ached. She frowned and whispered in Mo Tinglie's ear, "Let's take a rest. My ankles hurt a little."
"Be good, dance a song with me again." With Wen Xiang Nephrite in his arms, smelling her refreshing fragrance, Mo Tinglie was so confused that he hugged her so tightly that he didn't want to let go.
Listening to his hoarse and low voice, Jing Tian'er felt a little weak.
Today was a special day. Maybe he would never have the chance to hold her in his arms and dance in the future, so she could just accommodate him and endure it a little longer.
Jing Tian'er endured it again and again, and danced five songs with him. People on the dance floor came and went, many people changed, but Mo Tinglie, as if he was tireless, pressed his cheek against her hair, and kissed her tightly.
Hugging her tightly, spinning her around and around.
"Lie, my ankle hurts so much, let's take a rest." Jing Tian'er made up her mind. If he didn't agree this time, she would be hard.
"Well, okay!" As if he heard her voice, Mo Tinglie let her go obediently this time. I don't know if he meant it or it was a coincidence, but his thin lips lightly brushed against her cheek.
Jing Tian'er was stunned and wanted to get angry. She glanced at Mo Tinglie's lips and saw a happy smile like a child stealing candy. Her anger was inexplicably suppressed, and she was a little frustrated.
Forget it, it's just a kiss on the cheek. This is the most common courtesy abroad and is nothing.
She returned to the corner, and Mo Tinglie thoughtfully brought her some juice and desserts, and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to the bathroom, just sit here and don't move, just wait for me, I'll be back in a moment."
"
Jing Tian'er took two sips of snacks, then her thoughts changed, and she suddenly felt dumbfounded... She suddenly understood why Mo Tinglie agreed to let her leave the dance floor this time... He couldn't help but want to go to the toilet!
That’s so!
It turned out to be this nonsensical reason that saved her poor ankle. If only she had known to drink him a few large glasses of cold water before coming!
She was upset and turned her grief and anger into appetite. She drank juice and ate desserts, eating and drinking, and gradually became happy.
She was eating with her head down, when suddenly there was darkness above her head, and a pungent aroma penetrated into her nostrils. She frowned and raised her head.
It turned out that the unlucky Li Meidai was back again. She put on makeup, put on heavier eye shadow, and looked resentful, like a ghost.
Jing Tianer put the half-eaten dessert back on the plate.
No, I can't eat anymore. It's too unappetizing to watch over such a haunting female ghost.
She patted the dessert crumbs on her hands and stood up leisurely, "Miss Li, where are you dirty and do you need me to wash it for you?"
"Isn't Mo Tinglie really your fiancé?" Li Meidai asked confusedly.
"Yeah," Jing Tian'er replied with a leisurely expression, "He is really not my fiancé."
"I'm warning you, stay away from him in the future!" Li Meidai warned her fiercely.
"Why?" Jing Tian'er was a little strange, which song was this sung from?
Li Meidai raised her head proudly, "My dad said that my grandfather and Mo Tinglie's grandfather were good friends. He asked me to get along well with Mo Tinglie and let me marry Mo Tinglie in the future. You should be more sensible in the future and leave.
Mo Tinglie, stay away, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude!"
