Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

The music slowly played to a high place, which generally exchanged partners, but mu Haitang forgot that he was still rotating in circles under you Qingyin's hands, the long skirt slowly raised an angle, the lace attached to it also danced with her actions, and the lower half of his broken hair narrowed his eyes with a faint look.

Suddenly, Mu Haitang felt his waist pulled violently, and then fell into a hard embrace. The tip of her nose hurt. A faint pine smell lingered in her nose. The taste was fresh and didn't annoy her.

But the strange feeling made her feel uncomfortable. As soon as she looked up, she saw Leng Shaoxuan's eyes. The distance between them allowed her to clearly see her surprised look in his eyes.

Just wanted to break away his hand, but the hand around her waist was suddenly tightened. The fingertip was also pinched with a warning, which made her lose her strength in an instant.

Leng Shaoxuan looked at the crimson in his eyes, with an enchanting color, like a rose in full bloom, dripping blood.

The broken black hair was flying in the air, and the skirt was lifted with her moving mouth. There were too many hidden in the crimson pupils to see through or see clearly.

"Can you slow down?"

Leng Shaoxuan didn't take care of her feelings as carefully as you Qingyin, and even noticed that her height was inconvenient.

Mu Haitang was not so far away from Leng Shaoxuan, and he was a little higher than you Qingyin. His heel was slightly off the ground, so he could hold Leng Shaoxuan's shoulder steady. Then his steps were a little faster than the beginning, as if the whole person was dragged on Leng Shaoxuan.

"You didn't dance very well there just now, and you said you had a smile. Why can't you come to me!"

The warm breath sprayed on her ears and flushed her ears and half of her cheeks, but mu Haitang didn't feel warm at all. On the contrary, there was a cold feeling. The seeping numbness slowly spread on her face and froze half of her face.

When Mu Haitang heard this sentence, he didn't speak again. He closed his mouth and looked light. There was no fluctuating expression, which made Leng Shaoxuan uncomfortable. He was angry in his heart, and his feet quickened their pace.

But she just adapted to his footsteps, and then his sudden acceleration made her footsteps not keep up, and her feet twisted at once.

This will make the morbid pallor on your face look more natural.

However, the dance was just over. Mu Haitang's forehead also sweated a little. The expression on his face was a little strong. The pale look was even more shocking.

Lan Lan saw them when she was on the dance floor, but she couldn't come forward and pull them apart. In that case, it didn't conform to the etiquette rules.

So as soon as the song stopped, she immediately went to Mu Haitang and helped her leave the dance floor.

Because the loose dress looked no different outside, Leng Shaoxuan felt that Mu Haitang's steps were weak, as if he had pressed his whole strength on LAN LAN.

Then, Lin Anyue's dissatisfied voice pulled his thoughts back. Looking at the appearance of Leng Shaoxuan's birth, she was dissatisfied.

"Brother Leng! Why did you push me to that man? Do you know how much I hate that man?"

Leng Shaoxuan just fiddled with his tie carelessly. He looked a little lazy and tired.