My little puppy is sick

Chapter 213 Cinderella's Prince Charming 18
He almost turned around and fled here, but fortunately he resisted the urge to walk away in a hurry, but his face was tense, looking serious and difficult to get along with.

Qi Yan is not afraid of him, knowing that he looks cold and big, but his heart is so warm, and the things he does always make her cute.

Jones felt uncomfortable being stared at by Qi Yan.

Jones' lips moved, he took a step forward, and stretched out his hand just like Abel did just now, he stretched out his hand with white gloves.

His voice was a little muffled: "Can I ask you to dance?"

Qi Yan looked at his outstretched hand. The suit was relatively short, and the sleeves were a short distance from the white glove. The wrist was exposed. The white glove and black complexion were extremely striking in black and white.

She held out a hand in a lace-trimmed glove, and placed a small one on top of Jones' broad palm.

Jones was overjoyed, and without changing his face, he brought Qi Yan in front of him and stepped onto the dance floor.

Beautiful classical music sounded, gorgeous and long, with orange wicks, people can't help but want to indulge in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Jones was afraid that Qi Yan would not be able to waltz, so he bent his back slightly, lowered his head and whispered in the girl's ear: "I'll slow down, you follow me."

The wide palm was covered with sweat stains overflowing from tension, but fortunately, it was separated by gloves, so the girl didn't notice it.

Jones put his other hand on Qi Yan's waist. The slender touch that seemed to break with a slight force made Jones's heart tremble, and he relaxed his movements.

He took a step back with his right leg, pulled back his palm slightly, and took Qi Yan along with him.

Forward, backward, one step left, one step right...

Qi Yan moved slowly following Jones' movements.

The two princes invited Qi Yan to dance, and everyone at the ball saw it. The girls bit their handkerchiefs, and their eyes fell on Qi Yan with envy and jealousy.

They don't care about Prince Jones who is dancing with Qi Yan now, but the national male god Abel invited Qi Yan to dance just now!
Some people satirized her, and several people gathered together to speak ill of her.

Jones originally focused on Qi Yan and didn't hear what other people were saying at all, but later he felt something was wrong. He listened carefully to what other people said, and heard those bad words that scolded Qi Yan.

He let go of Qi Yan, and strode over, with malicious eyes, Jones raised his hand, wanting to slap the person who spoke ill of Qi Yan, but the clothes behind him were pulled by a small hand.

Jones didn't turn back, and as soon as he lowered his hand, it seemed that the strength was not small, and the girl closed her eyes in fright and screamed.

Qi Yan's eager voice came from behind: "Jones!"

Jones froze, his hands in mid-air.

Qi Yan tugged Jones' clothes from behind, Jones put down his hand, turned around, and met Qi Yan's big eyes.

There was anxiety in her eyes, Qi Yan shook her head slowly, then she lowered her head and wrung her hands together.

Jones' Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his mind was filled with Qi Yan's voice calling his name.

The voice was soft, as if eating a sweet cotton candy, it softened to the core of his heart, and a place collapsed.

His hands clenched into fists and then loosened. Jones suddenly grabbed Qi Yan's shoulders, turned his head, and faced the crowd.

His voice was majestic and cold: "If you are going to speak ill of Qi Yan from now on, just wait for me!"

Jones' eyes fell on the girl who spoke just now, with a cold wind in her eyes.

The girl shook her body and quickly lowered her head.

God, how did she forget that Jones is the eldest prince of the country, and he is not to be provoked!

(End of this chapter)