The others exclaimed, "Cheng Yi is truly tolerant and generous."
Shen Qiuyu wanted to roll her eyes. What did this have to do with tolerance and magnanimity? Did Cheng Yi expect He Jing to take off her clothes just because the two of them accidentally wore the same outfit?
Cheng Yi, feeling she had completely outclassed He Jing, arrogantly ignored her completely and ran towards Yan Hanxi, lifting her skirt: "Classmate Yan..."
Yan Hanxi appeared in a black suit, which was completely unadorned, yet it made him look even more noble.
He Jing even saw the shadow of the future president of the Yan Group described in the book in him: his cold and stern eyebrows, his emotionless face, handsome yet aloof, and his whole being exuded an aura of "keep away."
Then, he slowly put on a pair of black gloves, seemingly out of nowhere. He glanced at He Jing from afar, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then he looked at Cheng Yi, who was running towards him, turned and entered the dance floor without making any gesture of inviting Cheng Yi to dance.
Cheng Yi stopped in front of him, took the initiative to place her hand in his, and glanced at his delicate chin out of the corner of her eye. Her cheeks immediately flushed and her heart pounded.
She asked shyly, "Yan, what kind of dance are we going to do later? I can do ballroom dancing and waltz."
Yan Hanxi's thin lips curved into a smile, his eyes holding a hint of mockery: "Do you know flamenco?"
"F...F what?"
Cheng Yi opened her beautiful eyes wide, completely stunned.
The slow piano music at the ball suddenly switched to a lively and energetic fast tempo, and everyone else who was about to dance immediately left the dance floor upon hearing the music.
Only two people remained on the dance floor, Yan Hanxi and Cheng Yi, as if they were offering their dance as an opening gift. Even Qin Yiyi didn't mind at all, filled with anticipation.
Cheng Yi looked around and suddenly became nervous, instinctively gripping Yan Hanxi's hand tightly.
Her voice trembled slightly with fear as she said, "Yan, I've never practiced this dance style before..."
“We don’t have to jump. I’m always a gentleman.”
No!
no!
Cheng Yi met Yan Hanxi's calm eyes, bit her lip, and said uncertainly, "I...I can keep up...I think..."
Yan Hanxi smiled slightly: "Then you'd better keep up."
After he finished speaking, he led her to the rhythm.
Cheng Yi held Yan Hanxi's hands, smelled the sweet scent on the young man's body, and looked at his captivating smile. She could hardly contain her joy: Yan Hanxi smiled at her. Everything should have been like this!
She has wealthy parents, a doting older brother, and an excellent boyfriend—only a true heiress like her deserves all of this.
He Jing, that fake heiress, should be hiding in the gutter like a rat, filled with jealousy towards her.
Thinking this, she felt the lights around her become dreamlike, and she felt dizzy, but—
The dance she was performing became her nightmare!
Flamenco is characterized by its elasticity and explosiveness. The movements look simple but are actually extremely difficult. There are many moves that she simply cannot complete. However, Yan Hanxi controls her, like holding a puppet on a string, pulling her back and then throwing her out again.
Everything went black before her eyes, and she felt dizzy. After spinning around a couple of times, she felt nauseous. She felt like her brain was flying around inside her head, and she couldn't even keep track of her footwork. She knew without looking that her footwork was a complete mess.
Because...she almost tripped over herself several times!
Fortunately, Yan Hanxi didn't let her fall. He just gently pulled her up and forced her to keep dancing. Just when she thought she had reached her limit, new dance steps plunged her into an even deeper breakdown.
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