Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

However, in Zhou Liang's ears, it became a rejection.

And the way this girl refused was so naive.

Cover up everything, simply pretend to be stupid.

His heart was indescribably low, but he still bent his lips and smiled.

Looking at her with hot eyes, he raised his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to stroke Jin Yu's hair. [

Jin Yu suddenly turned his head away, and what flashed in his mind was the flirtatious agreement not to have too intimate actions with any opposite sex.

Immediately, Jin Yu smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhou, I'm leaving first."

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In the "Imperial Palace", there was an overwhelming scream.

On the dance floor, in the center, stood a man in white, with a sinister and affectionate figure.

Around him, he automatically walked away for two meters, and no one appeared.

The bright beam of light hit the man's body, his face was exceptionally handsome, and the moment the music sounded, his dance began.

The whole body is filled with a smell called lust, and with a slight movement of the hair, the whole person exudes a cold and enchanting aura.

The dance moves are seductive.

Solo samba.

All the dancing people stopped still, and all focused their eyes on that person.

It is obviously the most beautiful picture, but it makes people have a desire to think about it, but just thinking about it, no one dares to go up to seduce the charm.

Because, that kind of person, standing on that venue and dancing that kind of dance, is like a hallucination.

Unreal and scary.

Samba is a beautiful dance, but it has a different flavor when he dances it.

It's like a thrilling movie one after another.

Passionate, evil, sexy, coquettish, dangerous, deadly...

He seemed to be jumping excitedly and pointed out that his fingers spread from his forehead, and then slid all the way down, seeming to touch his eyes, nose, lips, and then slid to his neck, his middle finger moved slightly, to spare his The collarbone, twirling around the buttons of his shirt.

Screams sounded. [

The man raised his eyebrows, elegantly and calmly, and slowly and calmly unbuttoned his shirt.

One, two.

Then at the climax of the atmosphere, he danced solo, which was beautiful.