Chapter 214 The Cold Beauty Who Was Targeted by Everyone (33)

But who would have expected that it was this heartbeat bracelet that would eventually become the rope that bound his own hands and feet.

But he enjoyed it.

Unexpectedly, because of this small bracelet, Fang Jingxu met the only person who made his heart beat faster in his life.

What does love look like?

If it were in the past, Fang Jingxu would have chosen to possess it without hesitation if he could get anything easily.

——But now, after learning about Qingwu’s experience, Fang Jingxu just wanted to see the smile of the person in front of him.

Especially at this moment, the originally cold face was slightly tinged with a touching blush, just like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring.

——If such crimson bloomed for only him, and bloomed sincerely and from the heart, then there was no doubt that it would become the most beautiful scenery in the world.

In order to witness such beautiful scenery with his own eyes, he was willing to give Qingwu the freedom she longed for.

So after a lot of thoughts, Fang Jingxu just slowly said, "Awu, can I invite you to dance?"

——I give you the roses I love most in my heart.

There was a deep lust in the handsome man's eyes, and every muscle and bone in his body seemed to be tense with extreme excitement.

Although his heart was already in turmoil, he remained calm on the surface, without showing any sign of abnormality.

If it weren't for the numbers displayed on the heartbeat bracelet, no one would have been able to see what was going on in his heart.

Fang Jingxu just quietly stretched out a hand, and the slender and powerful palm just hung in the air, as if he had completely entrusted everything he had to Qingwu's hands.

Only Fang Jingxu himself knew that what this seemingly calm hand delivered was not just an invitation to dance, but also his extremely burning sincerity.

If Qingwu doesn't want it, he will go crazy.

If the superior goes crazy, what terrible things will he do?

Fang Jingxu's muscles were tense and strong, and he was full of aggressive aura. Looking closer, his eyebrows and eyes became more delicate, but at the same time, his innate aura of looking down on others became stronger.

He was like a majestic lion, his eyes sharp and focused, as if he was examining the prey that was about to become his delicacy.

Then he slowly lowered his head in an almost pious gesture.

Just as the darkness in Fang Jingxu's eyes grew deeper like thick ink, Qingwu slowly stepped forward. Her movements were graceful and slow, like a noble swan gliding across the lake.

Finally, she came to Fang Jingxu to the sound of his heartbeat, gently raised her hand, and placed it on the shoulder line of his suit.

At that moment, Fang Jingxu's heart seemed to have found its home and settled down peacefully.

Only a slightly hoarse whisper was heard: "Then, please forgive my intrusion from now on."

Qingwu's expression was still cold, looking dignified and reserved, and she just nodded slightly.

However, such a seemingly normal action instantly made the surrounding atmosphere become extremely ambiguous.

[What's going on? It's so polite, but I feel like it's incredibly ambiguous!]

[Don't talk, they are in stream of consciousness.]

【Hahahaha sister you! 】

There's nothing wrong with it.

As if he had received Qingwu's permission, the man became unbridled for a moment. His big, broad hand passed over her leg, and the slit of her red skirt revealed a dazzling white spot.

Then, the man's fingers quickly closed, gathering strength, and moved up along the side of the white leg, finally stopping steadily behind her slender waist.

As he danced towards her, with the gentle pressure of his palm, Qingwu was involuntarily brought towards his strong and lean chest.

At this moment, the unique sense of aggression of men is displayed just right, which does not appear too rude or disrespectful, but also allows people to feel his strong desire and possessiveness deep in his heart.

Qingwu naturally learned to dance. For her, dancing is not only about shaping a beautiful figure and a good posture.

Moreover, ballroom dancing is an indispensable skill in certain social occasions.

Moreover, she knows better how to control the rhythm within the dance melody.

How can it be so subtle that it makes people unable to stop.

Someone once described it this way: those who dance tango are engaging in a life-and-death duel with passionate eroticism and uncontrollable desire.

Fang Jingxu thought, at this moment, perhaps he would be willing to die.

Fang Jingxu's big hand, placed behind Qingwu's slender waist, slowly moved up along her straight spine accompanied by melodious music.

Section after section, he led her to stretch her body freely in front of him.

Their lips were so close that their breaths mixed together, forming an ambiguous and hot air flow.

Qingwu raised her head slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

There was a sweet light like honey in the depths of her eyes. She stared at Fang Jingxu quietly, which could easily dazzle anyone's eyes.

Fang Jingxu looked at her. Her demeanor was elegant and dignified, cool and proper, yet extremely tempting to commit a crime.

It is a beautiful flower blooming in the snow, attracting others to pick it all the time.

After the dance, Fang Jingxu was breathing heavily, his burning gaze fixed on Qingwu, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

At least now, Fang Jingxu was confused and his body was incredibly hot.

Due to the intense dance moves just now, some fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Qingwu's forehead.

A breeze blew quietly, creating a thin layer of chestnuts on the skin as delicate as snow.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jingxu took off his coat without hesitation and gently draped it over Qingwu's shoulders.

Qingwu was instantly enveloped by the man's warmth and the scent of his cologne.

"Awu, let me take you to see your manor."

[Oh my god, it’s so hot and horny.]

[This isn't stream of consciousness; this is clearly just acting.]

I was just marveling at Mr. Fang's sexy panting when I heard something else? Your manor? Did Mr. Fang really give Wubao a manor?

The two walked hand in hand through the sea of ​​flowers, and a magnificent European-style manor gradually emerged before their eyes.