"How about I play a song with you?"

The night is getting dark, the evening breeze is cool, and the lush flowers and bushes are rustling. The orchestral dance music of the novel is lingering and lively, floating out from the hall, rippling in a circle on the semi-open balcony, exciting the ears, and surrounding

Ankles, wandering around quietly again.

Qin Homer looked at Yuan Shang silently, his eyes seemed to be filled with bright starlight under the night sky.

The music stopped, and after a moment, it was replaced by another one.

Qin Huo felt that he was accompanied by music at this moment, as if he saw invisible fireworks blooming in the sky.

There were no extra people on the small balcony, and the summer insects chirped softly. The hands clasped together, and then they hugged each other. The tacit understanding was buried in silence. Harada felt that the hand that had been unwilling to move away in the venue was taken back again.

On his waist, Qin Huo lowered his head, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were hot.

It was so hot that his whole heart became anxious, as if he was being repeatedly stimulated by a hot spray gun.

He slowly raised his hand, probably because of nervousness. The muscles on the opponent's waist were very tight. The cool fabric of the suit passed through the palm of his hand, and invisible tension lingered in this square inch. The closer he got to Yola, the other person

His face was already close at hand, and Yuan Jing could almost feel the breeze blowing through his forehead. The atmosphere on the dance floor was just right. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and took the first step.

Then it stopped.

Harakami: "..."

Qin Huo continued to hold him in his arms, and also took a step forward and refused to take it back. The two sides looked at each other and fell into a brief stalemate. Harana asked hesitantly: "Aren't you going to dance the women's step?"

The other party raised his eyes and looked at him with a slightly confused look. At that moment, Qin Huo wanted to agree to all his requests without any principle, but subconsciously, another voice told him that he must fight for every inch of territory at this time. He lowered his head

, the hand holding Yuan's waist tightened, and his deep voice revealed unquestionable persistence, "I can only dance the men's step."

Yuan Shang hesitated for about a second. After all, dancing on the female steps didn't fit with his usual style. However, there was no one around, the atmosphere was so good, and Qin Huo's waist was just right under his hands. He lowered his head slightly.

, the side of the other party's dress skirt that he had just grabbed was pitifully wrinkled. Even after several songs, such a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder did not heal it.

The patient comfort and gentle expression of the other party during the turmoil came to mind, and my heart suddenly softened. What else? Harakami thought to himself, it was just a dance, just think of it as making him happy.

But the physical contact, the sultry music, and a thought made the dance floor feel like a battlefield. Harakami soon regretted it.

After he gave in, Qin Huo seemed to have turned into another person in a short moment. Mastering the fast-paced dance steps, his momentum was fiery and aggressive, and he entered his safe range fiercely like an invader. The opponent's body was strong.

The flexibility drives the original body to rotate with the music, and the skirts on the dance floor are flowing and flowing. From the entrance to the balcony, you can feel the frivolity and softness. However, separated by a cluster of trees, there is only the smell of the collision of iron and blood.

The same aggressive hormones, compared with girls, are harder and rougher muscles, losing the harmony of yin and yang, so appropriately and abruptly combined. When the leather shoes advance and retreat, because one of the unaccustomed women's steps slightly collides, Qin

Huo felt that his toes were lightly stepped on a few times while spinning, and the weight that was about to leave turned this elegant and gentle social event into a raw trial. The dance was not on the toes, but went deep into the soul, and the music on the dance floor changed.

, the rhythm suddenly became intense and sexy.

Their eyes met each other without any need to separate. Almost at the same time, both sides pressed tightly towards each other.

The chest is close to the chest, the face is facing the face, the eyes are getting closer and closer, and the tip of the nose is even touching the tip of the other person's nose.

Breathing intertwined, the tango music is so erotic, igniting the air with fierce bear flames, and the gentleness turns into powerful dance postures, making the dance more and more hearty. The unconcealable emotions flow out from the dance postures like fine sand,

The skin and limbs also ignited fire when they came into contact, his eyes were burning with anxiety, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead due to the fierce dance. Without any exaggerated head shaking, Qin Huo slightly bent, raised his legs, and hooked his

Knee sockets, lean back with the force of relaxation.

His eyes never strayed for a moment, and his dancing postures matched perfectly. This kind of dance originating from the lower class seemed to tear apart a veil covering humanity, revealing all the secrets buried underneath without reservation. Back

Hanging in the air, Harakami didn't feel uneasy at all, but this posture was no longer conducive to the original movements. The music stopped, many dance partners on the dance floor politely thanked each other and left, looking for the next partner to dance with. Harakami released his grip on Qin Huo's waist.

The fingertips of his hand slowly brushed the wrinkled front and hooked onto Qin Huo's neck.

There was a layer of hot sweat on the palm of my hand. The other person's hair was trimmed neatly, with only a small rough root growing on the back of the neck, which made the skin itch slightly.

Because of his movement, Qin Huo's arm holding his back also tightened, and his body moved closer to him. During the gentle dance, Yuan Shang saw from the corner of his eye a small part of the wall of the balcony illuminated by the indoor light.

Dark green vines curled up on the branches, and the scene was charming and warm. He stared at Qin Huo's slightly thin, bloodless lips that were pursed together seriously, and his eyes slowly deepened.

"Today is not Christmas."

His clear but deliberately lowered voice sounded, and it tickled Qin Huo's ears unexpectedly in this space where they had been dancing silently. His voice, which was slightly hoarse like a whisper, was intimate and beautiful. Qin Huo turned away and no longer looked at the original person.

His eyes moved down to his smirking lips, which were softened from the inside out into waves of warm water. He didn't understand this rambling question, but still subconsciously responded softly.

:"Um?"

Harae hooked his neck, exerted slight force on his arms, and finally made contact.
Chapter completed!