Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Flowing forever.

Due to the interference of a third party, there was silence on both ends of the phone for a while.

It was not until the sound of water came from Chen Yuchu's other end that Yan Jiu suddenly hung up the phone.

When Chen Yuchu heard the busy tone on the phone, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick eyelashes covered a shadow. Under the warm light of the bathroom, water droplets slid across his high nose bridge and wet his sexy thin lips.

The cold and sharp Adam's apple rolled, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it in.

Yan Jiu's chest rose and fell violently, his snow-white skin blossomed with tender pink like a blooming rose, and his pure and delicate little face was filled with a strong and gorgeous color.

Her sparkling eyes lowered, her porcelain-white fingertips curled up, but she did not move further. She bit her lips and held on until a little sweat seeped out of her forehead, which she gently wiped away.

The rolling waves finally stopped.

After she hung up the phone, Chen Yuchu never called again.

Yan Jiu stayed in the studio for a while, but his mind was in a mess and he had all kinds of thoughts.

She ordered afternoon tea for the employees and returned to Jianan Villa.

I took a quick shower and wanted to sleep for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep. My brain was as excited as a storm, sweeping away all the debris.

Her thoughts wandered for a while, her brocade-like hair fell, warm light fell on her exquisite face, her thick and long eyelashes slowly lifted up, revealing a pair of misty almond eyes.

With his eyelashes fluttering, Yan Jiuzhi stood up and made an appointment with a dance teacher who happened to have a schedule.

When Yan Jiu and Yu Yinghui changed into their dance costumes, their dance teacher, Zhou, arrived. She also brought a student from the dance academy, Qin Xinwen, to demonstrate the moves with her.

Modern ballroom dancing has incorporated a variety of dance styles, such as swing and tango, but the waltz remains its ancient origin and foundation.

Yan Jiu still remembered the basic dance steps, but Yu Yinghui had never learned them, so Teacher Zhou started teaching her from the most basic dance etiquette.

At this time, servants had already brought fruits and drinks and asked them to eat them while they rested. Even Ping An was hanging around outside the door.

Seeing this, Yan Jiu said, "Everyone who is interested, let's learn together. Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhou."

Teacher Zhou didn't think it was a big deal. She originally taught at a dance academy, so teaching one student was the same as teaching a class.

She just didn't expect that the owner of this luxurious villa had such a gentle temperament. He didn't seem like the upper class she had come into contact with before. She nodded slightly and said, "Everyone, watch our movements first. I'll demonstrate the girls' part, and Qin Xinwen will demonstrate the boys' part. After we're done, you can practice in pairs."

Except for Yan Jiu and Yu Yinghui, they were not wearing dance costumes and shoes, but everyone still divided into groups enthusiastically, watching Teacher Zhou's movements attentively and taking notes silently.

After teaching the square step, Teacher Zhou became Yan Jiu's dance partner, and Qin Xinwen became Yu Yinghui's dance partner, and they began to practice the square step and changing steps.

Teacher Zhou is an experienced and patient person. He did not get flustered by the sudden increase in the number of people. Instead, he had enough energy to guide other people's movements while practicing with Yan Jiu.

Around five o'clock, when it was almost time for dinner, most people had learned the spinning moves, and Yan Jiu could already dance many different songs with Teacher Zhou.

"You had the basics before, and now you have no problem with the basic dance steps."

During these few hours, Yan Jiu devoted herself to the practice and practiced very happily. A little sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, and in the light, it shone like porcelain. She nodded softly and was about to speak when she heard someone beside her say, "The master is back."

Hearing this, Yan Jiu looked outside and saw a smooth black car slowly driving in with the window halfway down.

Her eyebrows raised slightly. Although she couldn't see the people in the car clearly from this angle and distance, she felt inexplicably uneasy. Seeing that it was almost time, she smiled and said to Teacher Zhou, "Then let's stop here today. I'll take you out."

After seeing Chen Yuchu's car, the servants had already taken their positions and prepared the gifts for Teacher Zhou and Qin Xinwen to take away.

Teacher Zhou nodded and said, "No need to send me off."

Yan Jiu still insisted on sending her there in person. This time, he asked Teacher Zhou to teach many more people and doubled her original high tuition fee.

Teacher Zhou didn't want it at first, but Yan Jiu had already changed the subject, "Teacher, what should I learn next time? Or practice basic dance steps?"

"In the next class, we'll learn waltz variations. After that, you'll need to practice more. Besides waltz, I can also teach you cha-cha and tango."

Yan Jiu nodded to show that he understood, took the gift from the servant and handed it to Qin Xinwen, and then instructed the driver to send Teacher Zhou and Qin Xinwen to home and school respectively.

As Yan Jiu's slender figure disappeared, Qin Xinwen's eyes turned and scanned the surroundings. She asked Teacher Zhou, "Teacher, do you know who the gentleman they are talking about is?"

I just saw that car driving in, but I don’t see it now.

Teacher Zhou asked Qin Xinwen to put the gift in the back seat. When she got in the car, she stared at this student she had always liked, the intense curiosity displayed on her beautiful young face, and said in a cold tone, "Don't ask about these things."

Qin Xinwen was a little skeptical. She didn't understand why her usually kind teacher was suddenly so mean to her. Everything was so strange. This villa was obviously luxurious, but its hostess was so young and couldn't even do the basic upper-class ballroom dance.

At her prime, one can't help but wonder, is this the classic "canary heroine" in novels? Supported by a wealthy elderly man, she yearns for a chance to enter high society, even at the risk of bloodshed. And this naive, unconnected girl, unable to even waltz, seeks instruction from her teacher, training diligently in the hope of one day soaring to the heights of phoenix status?

Qin Xinwen shook her head regretfully. Yan Jiu had no airs at all and was very close to the servants, even willing to let them learn dancing with her. The servants were not only respectful to her but also genuinely affectionate. She was considered a good person, wasn't she?

But how can a canary in a cage ever spread its wings and fly high? The tree has the final say on which one it clings to.

Yan Jiu naturally didn't know what was going on in Qin Xinwen's mind.

Her mind was in a mess. Every action between her and Chen Yuchu since they met at noon had been replayed in slow motion in her mind again and again. Their kisses and entanglements, his low breathing on the phone and the sound of rushing water all rushed to her heart, flowing endlessly.

The huge waves he stirred up in Yan Jiu's heart subsided for a few hours during the dance practice just now, but came back again in an even more turbulent manner when he came back.

Chen Yuchu didn't know that some people thought he was an old rich man, maybe even had lost all his hair.

It took him a long time to quench the fire that Yan Jiu had ignited. It burned so intensely that it threatened to consume his entire office. Veins bulged, and even running water couldn't quench it. A mad, annihilating desire surged within him, clamoring to devour her. She whispered his name, transforming into a blurry image before his eyes, only to vanish again. All desire dissolved into a sticky mass.

The afternoon meeting was delayed for an hour before it started, but he ended the meeting with great efficiency.

His fantasy was not the real her, and all his imaginations were not as good as a real hug.

Chen Yuchu had already changed into a suit. The office always had several suits and casual clothes, all in the same black color, and it was impossible to tell the difference without careful observation. The well-tailored suit was wrapped around his natural hanger, tall and slender. His legs were even more powerful, and as he walked, they displayed smooth lines, an undeniable golden ratio.

He walked into the living room.

When he was in the car, he had caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure behind the window. Back then, it was too crowded. But now, it was completely different and empty. The servants had cleaned it up at a rapid speed. Only a hint of her sweet scent lingered in the air.

The servants may have forgotten that dance music was still playing in the living room.

Yan Jiu heard the noise and walked towards the reception room.

But when he saw that tall figure, he suddenly stopped.

Yan Jiu didn't expect Chen Yuchu to be here. Her heart was instantly captured, and she was filled with an indescribable feeling.

He turned around with an upright figure, the light in the room fell on his black suit, giving it a nice luster. His angular face had no expression, and he looked as dignified and steady as usual.

His dark and deep eyes fell on Yan Jiu's slender and tender body. The tight dance costume outlined her curves and revealed her perfectly proportioned lines. His gaze fell down to her tight waist and he frowned slightly.

The bright lights enveloped her slender figure. Chen Yuchu's sharp Adam's apple rolled, and his deep voice slowly overflowed, "Can I invite you to dance with me?"

Time seemed to go back to Huaishao’s old house, to Meng Zhuxing’s birthday party.

He asked her the same question at that time. He danced with her soft and slender body, and what she felt during the rotation was not the oppression and restraint she had received for many years, but freedom.

Dance is the free soul singing through the body.

Let out her own cry, a silent cry.

Her clear eyes fluctuated, her tender pink lips parted slightly, and she smiled and said, "Okay."

Yan Jiu took two steps forward and held Chen Yuchu's outstretched hand. When their palms touched, her ears turned red visibly.

As a new dance cycle began, Chen Yuchu placed his hands on her bare back and they danced gracefully to the music.

Yan Jiu was no longer the girl who stumbled and stood on tiptoe that day. She had grown up, and an afternoon of practice allowed her to keep up with Chen Yuchu's pace. She raised her slender white neck like a proud swan.

They danced slidly and twirled lightly, but always stayed close to each other.

It was the same dance, but Yan Jiu felt it was completely different from when she danced with Teacher Zhou. When she danced with Teacher Zhou, she focused on the movements. But when she danced with Chen Yuchu, she focused on Chen Yuchu.

She followed him involuntarily, staring at his straight Windsor knot, smelling the woody scent on his body, and wrapping herself in each other's breath. She looked up with eyes as clear as a pool of spring water, looking at his flawless face and jawline. Her will was a little vague, and only her body's instinct was following the rhythm of the music.

The hot breath brushed across the sharp, cold white Adam's apple. Chen Yuchu's deep black eyes dropped down, landing on Yan Jiu's delicate eyelashes, sparkling eyes, small, straight nose and plump, pink lips. Her lips were pink, like the soft part of a shell exposed when it was pried open.

The song ends.

He held her with his palms, and with a little force he pushed forward, her soft pink lips touched his Adam's apple.

Warm and sweet.