
Her clothes were light and light, and her water blue skirt was soft and gentle. The red brocade robe was fiery.
Every time Mu Qingge calmed down, she kept stepping on the beat. Qin Yiyao barely needed to do anything, just follow him and make a move.
“Quiet, everyone's got me.” Sensing Qin Yiyao's tension, Mu Qingge whispered in her ear.
A slightly hot breath rubbing from the ear tips.
Qin Yiyao's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and the tip of her ear quickly reddened. 'Relax, everything is mine. A few ordinary words made him feel very reliable.
This feeling made him strange.
Instinctively, he wanted to fight back, but his body was extremely relaxed.
Her white cheeks are blushing. In a dance move, Qin Yiyao silently looked at the side face that was nearby. In those clear eyes, there was nothing frivolous, clean and guilty. The pretty face suddenly became not too annoying, and she couldn't help but want to decipher it with her eyes.
Tango is a representation of passion.
However, in Mu Qingge's dance steps, he made her jump out of other styles. The two danced lightly, sometimes like the remaining lovers, sometimes like separate lovers.
Clean dance steps, high waist, moving with the strains of the song, a blend of rigidity and softness, make this dance go beyond the empty palace dance.
The wind is rising.
Blowing the fallen leaves in the garden, pink petals were drawn into the air and headed towards the stage.
It seemed like they were all attracted by the graceful dance of the two, and danced for them.
The strange dance steps and strange feeling made Qin Yiyao lose her mind for the first time. He moved with Mu Qingge's movements, and his entire body was like dancing a butterfly, with a sense of freedom that had escaped from confinement.
The wind blowing on her cheek and the colourful Ying falling in her eyes made her forget this moment.In her eyes, only the people dancing with her were left.
"I've never seen him before."
"This dance and song can only be found in the sky, very rarely heard in the world."
The music is repeated, and the dance steps are never broken. At this moment, it seemed that everyone had forgotten the previously discordant atmosphere and the ridiculing cruel mockery.
Everyone hoped the dance would not stop.
Even Qin Jinhao's eyes were filled with shock. His eyes were tightly locked onto the red flames like flames on the stage.
Si Mo's eyes were deep dark and endless. A luster like luster hid all his emotions, but at this moment, in these eyes, there was a fiery red figure and a figure falling flying.
Fei Ran, a thought appeared in his heart, almost making him unable to control it.
'If it's someone who dances with little songs, it's me. '
In delusion, the dancing figure in the depths of the eyes seemed to have changed, the aqua blue figure gradually disappeared and was replaced by its dusty white. She holds a red flame, and she leads in a colorful Chinese dance in Fallen England ...
“Dad, when will Qingge dance?” Mu Lianrong asked in confusion.
In his eyes, he was already shocked by this world's dance. He even suspected he was just dreaming.
Mu Xiong, who was questioned, was also inexplicable, he had never seen such a special dance, and had never seen Mu Qingge's dance. Unable to give an answer to his daughter, he could only shake his head slowly.
At the same time, I blame myself for not caring enough about my grandchildren.
Other than melodious music, there was no sound during the banquet. Everyone, with their eyes wide open, admired Mu Qingge's shocking dance.