C193

Someone was playing a violin. The melodious music was gentle and amorous. It lingered around the entire hall and quietly entered her heart, immediately soothing her cold heart into gentleness and weakness.

"May I ask you to dance, my dear?" Nie Yiyun's sexy and hoarse voice sounded beside her ear.

She turned her head and met his deep, tender eyes.

So sweet and beautiful!

She was inexplicably intoxicated by his eyes, bewitched by the two dimples that were as deep as a vortex on either side of his face!

Oh my god! He's too charming!

Never had she found him so charming, so deadly sexy, that she could not refuse!

Unconsciously, he had her in his arms and was dancing to the beat of the music.

The music was so gentle, the man holding her was so outstanding, she suddenly wondered confusedly: Why didn't they meet earlier?

If they had met earlier, he would have treated her like this. Even if she knew that he was a dangerous volcano, she was afraid that he would throw her into his arms like a moth to a flame, right?

So what was she going to do now?

Should he admit defeat? Admitting defeat and snuggling in his embrace, would he really spend the rest of his life with him?

"Do you like it?" he asked, suddenly lowering his head and pressing his mouth to her ear.

His lips were soft and warm, and it made her head twitch, as if she had been possessed, and she nodded automatically, unaware that her hands were no longer dancing, but were now wrapped tightly around his waist.

Instead, they put their faces against each other, their bodies against each other, their arms around each other's waists.

It was so intimate, so gentle, so enviable.

The two of them no longer spoke, and they both felt a rare warmth from each other.

There was no desire, only a warm feeling that lingered over them.

After an unknown period of time, her stomach growled in protest, waking her up and breaking the romance and warmth of the room.

"Uh. "I'm sorry." Su Rui awkwardly stopped and covered her hot face with her hands as she apologized.

In front of him, she was constantly in trouble, constantly embarrassing herself. She was truly ashamed.

"It's all right. I'm hungry too! " Nie Yiyun gently embraced her and walked to the table. He politely pulled up a chair for her and spread a napkin over her knees.

When he did this, his heart was filled with happiness.

What a strange fate.

A year after the seizure, God sent another one back.

Even though their appearances were the same, he still fell in love with her beyond redemption!

So, in order to make up for the loss of his feelings, in order not to let love slip through his fingers, he would have to keep her by his side no matter the cost.

It didn't matter if she called him despicable or shameless. In any case, he had to grab onto her in this lifetime.

The waiter brought steak, salad and borscht.

She frowned at the steak, holding the knife and fork without much desire.

She was afraid that there would be blood that she hated if she could cut it with one slash!

With a single glance, he saw through her thoughts. With a gentle smile, he said, "Relax, eat. I specially made this for you in the kitchen." So there won't be what you're afraid of. "

She looked up at him, four or five meters away.

In the candlelight, his figure was blurry, giving her an illusion.

It felt like he was an unforgettable prince of medieval Europe. It was so enchanting.

She admitted that at this moment, her heart was moved!

It jumped violently!

If this night was eternal, then she was willing to be his woman!

It didn't matter if he called her a philanderer or a romantic, at this moment, all she wanted was to do as she pleased!

This night was truly romantic and relaxed.

She lowered her guard, and he lowered his old indifference.

Like a pair of lovers attracted to each other, they would whisper from time to time and look at each other deeply.

They drank a bottle of champagne, a bottle of eighty-two.

Under the influence of alcohol, the body and mind are more open.

The steps of the dance were flawless as they embraced each other.

She let herself be drunk in his love, in his gentleness, hoping that she would just be held and spun and whirled and whirled.