Chapter 242
Sang Qing felt that Manzhu's smile always had a kind of crazy and fascinating charm.
"We want to see it, Healer-sama. Please tell us you want to see it too."
"I want to see Plus One."
"Captain Manju is such a great fighter, so dancing is no problem for him too. I want to see Jia Er."
"We've never seen Captain Manju dance before. We'll definitely be treated to a feast for the eyes."
She didn't need to answer, as the orcs around her could hear the repeated "want".
Sang Qing also nodded.
After ordering, he added, "If you don't want to dance, I won't force you."
It's entertainment after all. Whether she wants to watch is one thing, but whether others want to dance is another.
Manju smiled.
His already enchanting and stunning face, with this smile, was even more breathtaking and captivating.
Manzhu put down his wine glass, slowly stood up and walked in front of Sang Qing.
Then he bent down and leaned forward, "Remember, I only dance for you."
Leng Bai's slender fingers helped her to move her hair away from her face, which was inexplicably tender and soft, completely different from his usual evil tone.
It's like the most tender confession between lovers.
Those emerald eyes exuded a fatal tenderness.
Too... too intimate.
Shi Ying, who had gone to get a drink for Sang Qing, happened to see this scene. His fingers suddenly tightened, and undercurrents surged in his eyes.
The orcs' cheers were heard all around.
Sang Qing leaned back in panic, "You..."
The warmth of her fingertips faded away, and Manzhu lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes turning green as she curled her lips into a faint smile:
"You saved my life. It's just a dance. How can it be more important than my life?"
With just one sentence, the atmosphere returned to the life-saving grace.
Manju withdrew his hand and walked towards the center.
Sang Qing: “…”
As the music started, Sang Qing's gaze moved to the center.
Manzhu has a slender figure and is handsome, almost enchanting. It can be seen that she is a little unfamiliar with the technique, but after a few moves, she gradually gets into the groove.
Manju's dance is extremely beautiful, which can be seen from the exclamations and praises from the people around her.
She didn't have any special dance costumes, just a purple dress, but she was still as graceful as a startled swan and a swimming dragon.
She couldn't help but think of a phrase: one dance moves in all directions.
Manju definitely has this ability.
Manzhu's evil and crazy character always made her forget that he was also a male from the Duke's family.
Young men from high-ranking noble families are generally multi-talented.
Just as I was admiring it, Shi Ying came back and handed a glass of juice to my hand. He also held my other hand and wrapped it in his broad and warm palm.
Sang Qing glanced at him and didn't refuse, letting him lead her.
He handed the juice to Shi Ying and asked him to take a sip while continuing to watch Manzhu dance.
The admiration in Sang Qing's eyes was so obvious that it was hard for Shi Ying not to notice it.
He tilted his head, his gaze falling on the ear that Manzhu had just touched, and his eyes became silent.
After the dance, Manzhu looked at Shi Ying beside Sang Qing, smiled, and sat down on the other side.
Sang Qing applauded along with everyone else. Among all the performances that were purely comedic and had no real value, Manzhu's beautiful dance was the best of the best.
And Nairn plays the piano very well too.
The celebration ended perfectly with laughter and joy.
…
After returning home, Sang Qing vaguely noticed that Shi Ying was in a bad mood. He was unusually silent all the way back from the shelter, and even his mental state was not as active as before.
She held up Shi Ying's head, rubbed it lovingly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Shi Ying looked at Sang Qing for a long time before she stretched out her tongue and licked Sang Qing's face. She said in a muffled voice, "Master, I can't dance."
Sang Qing: “?”
What's there to be unhappy about?
"I have been following my father since I was young. I don't have the time or money to learn more." Shi Ying continued, his gloomy eyes revealing a hint of inferiority.
Sang Qing was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that Shi Ying was probably stimulated by watching Manzhu dancing.
Suddenly I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He reached out and scratched Shi Ying's chin, smiling and comforting: "What's the big deal? I don't know how to do that either."
"People's time and energy are limited, so why bother comparing yourself with others?"
"Besides, you're already amazing. You're so good in the military, and you can make money, cook delicious food, and do my hair."
As she spoke, Sang Qing's lips gently touched the tip of Shi Ying's nose, her eyebrows curved, "You are you. I still like you even if you can't dance."
The female's eyes were so bright, it was as if something was disturbed in her heart.
"Awan, how can there be a female as good as you..."
Shi Ying transformed into a human form and held the person in his arms.
Sang Qing raised his eyebrows. Is that all right?
"Didn't you say I was vicious before?" Sang Qing couldn't help teasing him.
Unexpectedly, Shi Ying kissed him and said, "I was wrong, so I will make it up to Ah Wan for the rest of my life."
lifetime?
Well, it sounds like she earned it.
She tilted her head slightly, wrapped her slender wrist around Shi Ying's neck, and responded to him.
The light taste of wine blends with the sweetness of fruit juice, bringing out a subtle sweet taste on the tip of the tongue.
She didn't drink, Shi Ying did, but not much.
Sang Qing suddenly remembered that his mouth was swollen after drinking last time, so he asked, "Did you kiss me last time when I was drunk?"
Shi Ying said seriously: "No."
I don't believe you.
Sang Qing pushed him away and was about to get up.
Shi Ying pressed the person back into his arms and changed his words: "I kissed him, but Ah Wan also kicked me."
"You deserve it."
"Well, Ah Wan is right..."
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