gossip wife

Chapter 11

The dance floor was full of people, and this dance only belonged to them.

Su Zhixuan was inexplicably nervous. She couldn't convince the man, and he had already led her to cut her off.

She couldn't help being a little annoyed, how can a man with some power be so arrogant?

In a flash, her footsteps couldn't keep up with the fast-paced music. Fortunately, his big palm clasped her waist and led her back to the correct pace, but she was still a little embarrassed.

"You're not paying attention." His breath was on her cheek, and his deep words were blowing towards her ears like a soft wind, which was a little numb.

As if punishing her for not paying attention, he tossed her out, pulled her back, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, bent over, and made a big waist movement.

Su Zhixuan was a little caught off guard by his coherent movements. When she looked up, she saw his handsome face pressing down. She was startled, and hurriedly turned her face away. His handsome nose barely brushed her cheek.

"You..." Looking sideways at the face close at hand, he clearly felt his intention.

Seeing her dodging, Quan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled her up before she could recover. Another series of quick movements, a luxurious crystal chandelier was hung above their heads, and bright broken light fell into his black eyes. , colorful and blurred.

In the eyes of Su Zhixuan who was spinning, it seemed that he only saw this person.

With Quan Ye's series of attacks, Su Zhixuan seemed passive and a little embarrassed, resentment welled up in her heart, she couldn't always let this man have the upper hand!
After a pause, she raised her leg and hooked it around the man's thin waist, quickly pulled up the ankle-length skirt, tied a knot on the side of her thigh, and instantly revealed a slender white leg.

Quan Ye stared at her long legs, took a deep breath, and a mist appeared in his eyes.

Not only that, Su Zhixuan also let down her long hair that was rolled up, and she was immediately charming, like a passionate girl.

She put her hand into his broad palm again, raised her eyebrows slightly, as if provocative.

"Now is the official start."

Quan Ye held her hand tightly, his eyes were shining, Su Zhixuan, you are still so bold!

On the dance floor, the two were officially fighting, and her high heels stepped into a strong rhythm. She was no longer passive, but she couldn't gain the upper hand.

Others only saw that they cooperated tacitly and performed a perfect and passionate tango, but they did not see the surging undercurrent between the two.

Hui Qian held the wine glass in one hand and put one hand across her chest, looking at the men and women who were perfectly coordinated on the dance floor, the corners of her lips curled up with a hint of coldness.

In the last movement, she jumped onto his waist without any worries. The man's strong arms wrapped around her waist, and the other hand held her thigh, looking down at the woman hanging on him.

Su Zhixuan hooked his neck with one hand, gracefully raised the other hand, and raised her eyes to meet his gaze. An intense tango made the two of them break out in sweat, and she even couldn't restrain her slight panting.

She also smelled the fresh breath on his body, which was a strong male breath wrapping her, and she was a little dazed.

Quan Ye put her down, bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "You're good at dancing."

Su Zhixuan lifted her chin slightly proudly, and replied without humility: "That's natural." After the words fell, she immediately withdrew her hand, turned around and walked off the dance floor amidst the warm applause of the crowd.

The body of the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms left, feeling inexplicably empty, looking sideways at the sapphire that was leaving quickly, his eyes moved down, fixed on the knot of her skirt tied on the side of her leg, his eyes sharpened in vain.

(End of this chapter)