Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Jin Yu blushed immediately, smelling the pleasant scent of jasmine, raised his head slightly, and glanced at that gorgeous and fatal face like a thief.

Jin Yu, who used to be like an elf, could spin beautiful dance steps, but now she looked at the heartless.

His fingers trembled.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take his hand out of his palm.

However, the fickle and warm palm squeezed her more and more vigorously, and the hand around her waist tightly pulled her forward. [

As a result, the gap that existed between the two people is now very small.

Through the thin shirt, through the thin dress, Jin Yu can feel the hot body temperature of Bo Qing, and Bo Qing can feel Jin Yu's cool and tender body.

He lowered his head, his eyes half-opened, and the crystal-carved glass chandelier hanging in the center of the dance floor emitted fragmented light, like starlight, and sprinkled down.

On top of his head, the broken light of his mother-in-law fell.

The picture is very unreal.

So perfect, so impeccable.

It gives people the most indescribable shock and illusion.

He is like a prince charming who ran out of a magic castle.

The real Prince Charming.

At that moment, Jin Yu vaguely thought of the story in the fairy tale book he had read, Snow White's Prince Charming...

And she, is Snow White?

What she has always determined to do is Andersen.

Boqing just stared at her intently, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, I don't know it's because of this scene and this place, so the man opened his mouth slowly, and his slow voice actually brought a touch of warmth that made people tremble.

"Relax, it's just a dance."

He suddenly went up to ask her to dance, and she must try her best to escape.

She might come out only if Qiao Mu was asked to take out her seat in the entertainment industry as a bait.

Sure enough, he was the one who ordered Qiao Mu to do this, but why was he filled with indescribable, endless loneliness and helplessness the moment he saw her put her delicate and white hand in Qiao Mu's palm?