Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Even, she was a little tight against her body, and the two of them seemed to be one person, dancing a latin dance, but with a full erotic posture.

The dance of the two became the most exaggerated dance on the dance floor.

Boqing is an absolute master of natural flirting. One person, leading one person, can leave in such a place and pick out a dazzling posture and splendor that do not belong to the world dance competition.

It even jumped out of the silence of the audience.

Go round and round, send out and pull back, bend over and spin. [

It's like dancing forever.

However, a discerning person could tell that that dance was like a confession.

All the time, that man never let the heroine's hand leave his left chest.

Even, the moment he sent her out, he looked at her eyes with a touch of earth-shattering sadness.

When he pulled her back, the look in her eyes was extremely firm and determined.

So, it was a feast, a feast of confession.

All the time, it reveals deep affection and layers of love.

Baoqing hugged Jinyu's waist, pressed against her ear, and danced out a shocking dance.

At that moment, the audience was silent.

No one spoke.

The people who were dancing backed away one after another, looking at the two people in the center of Nuo Da's dance floor.

Dressed in white, fluttering like snow, dressed in powder, delicate and light.

She didn't seem like her anymore, being carried up and down by him, falling and flying up again.

The look in his eyes is like a spell that makes people all over the world be quiet and enamored for a moment.

That dance became the city's alluring dance.

Many years later, at every banquet, everyone couldn't help but think of the dance that night.

One hour before Valentine's Day, the dance begins, step by step.

All eyes were on those two people.

Every movement carries a fatal allure. [