Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Every movement carries a fatal allure.

Give people countless fantasies.

Many people have seen Boqing once danced in the "Imperial Palace". At that time, everyone was led by him to be full of passion and lust.

However, this day, this dance, the steps, wrists, and posture are exactly the same as that day.

The feeling is completely different. [

Without any delusions or desires, pure and clean, like the last dance in a fairy tale.

At that moment, all the women, full of envy, shot at the two people in the field.

It was a confession.

Silent confession.

Use dance to compose a beautiful confession.

Every step represents a deep affection, every gesture represents a deep love, and every look hides countless sweet words.

At that moment, the love of all the people in the world was nothing but worth mentioning in front of him.

Love collided with fickleness, but it also collapsed.

Presumably, as long as he is ruthless, such a man, even if it is a confession, will perform so well.

The moment the bell rang at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Dance still.

He clings to her hand and holds her waist.

He was panting slightly.

An hour of dancing, from exciting to slow, from slow to eager, from eager to brilliant.

She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and panted slightly.

From the bottom of his eyes, she saw an indescribable emotion.

She also heard the beating of her own heart.

It's not nervous, it's not scared, I don't know what it is, it's just thumping and jumping.

He didn't let her go, his eyes were always on her. [

The two stood still, staring at each other.

staring at each other.

For a long time, for a long time.

Until the first applause sounded, and then countless applause sounded one after another.

Everyone's cheers followed.

In the bustle and bustle, the enchanting man, the enchanting lips, the enchanting bloom, the enchanting air flowing.