You are so good, Yanran!
Yan Jiaoran's eyes were full of hostility.
How come I didn't know you could dance!
Murong Yanran's Cloud Sleeve move was extremely brilliant, and it was obvious that she had practiced it before.
If someone else comes, I’m afraid he won’t even be able to swing his sleeves.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's Bai Luwu again, she's really good at hiding."
"I don't know who taught her these bad habits." Yan Jiaoran said sourly, "Yanran's waist is really thin."
Qin Yuan stared at it with his eyes wide open, and said infatuatedly: "Really? I'm afraid he is the most meticulous, right?"
Yan Jiaoran gritted her teeth and said, "My waist is also very thin!"
Qin Yuan smiled and said, "I don't think my little Murong Xi is here?"
"Impossible, it's definitely thinner than hers!" Yan Jiaoran performed a backhand touch on her belly button, "Look!"
Qin Yuan gently stroked Yan Jiaoran's snow-white skin, "Not even close!"
Yan Jiaoran was about to retort, but she saw Murong Yanran's delicate body spin.
Two long snow-white sleeves fluttered around her body, and her slender waist was like a willow branch, so slender that it could be held in one hand. His eyes were immediately attracted by the dancing in the hall, and he forgot to refute for a moment.
Murong Yanran's dance moves were graceful and slow, her posture was charming and her beauty was stunning. Her long sleeves sometimes fluttered in the air and sometimes fell to the ground.
Then she raised one hand, held her sleeve with the other, half-covered her face, revealing her sparkling eyes, and looked at her lover with a gentle and affectionate look.
Yan Jiaoran became angry and immediately destroyed this warm scene.
She put her finger to her lips, whistled loudly, and waved her hands, shouting, "Look at me! Look at me! Yanran, you are so beautiful!"
Murong Yanran's face flushed red, and she turned around to avoid her sight. She took light lotus steps, and her long sleeves rolled behind her like waves, showing Bai Luwu's graceful posture and elegant demeanor to the fullest.
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at Yan Jiaoran beside him, clapped his hands and shouted:
"good!"
"Jade tassels and emerald pendants are mixed with light silk, and the fragrant sweat slightly stains the rosy face!"
"Little Murong, you dance so well!"
Yan Jiaoran became even more annoyed and pushed the table hard to express her protest.
Unexpectedly, he knocked over a glass cup.
at this time.
Murong Yanran was spinning her body and leaning back, with her sleeves rolled up, forming a series of circles in the air.
Suddenly, a glass cup rolled to Murong Yanran's feet.
Qin Yuan thought to himself that it was not good, but when he wanted to get up, it was too late.
Murong Yan was spinning around when she stepped on the glass lamp. Her ankle twisted and she slipped to the ground.
The little beauty screamed in pain, and her long sleeves fluttered from the air and fell onto the table, landing right in the soup bowl in front of Yan Jiaoran, soaked with the soup.
Yan Jiaoran opened her mouth in shock, her expression becoming even uglier.
Qin Yuan, who was beside her, ran fast. He flashed and jumped into the hall, thus escaping the disaster.
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