Scrap Wife

Chapter 152 You Made Me Dance!
"Do you really want to watch pole dancing?"

"Yeah!" He nodded seriously, and there was a lot of interest in his eyes.

Obviously, this guy doesn't know what pole dancing is, if he does, hehe...

Bei Xinglan suddenly hesitated to speak, and her voice lowered a little, "I'm afraid it's not good..."

"Why?"

"Anyway, it's not good..."

Jun Qingyi's eyebrows were raised high, and the tip of his right finger passed over the strings, each sound getting higher and higher, until it stopped suddenly.

He didn't speak, but his eyes and movements had already told Bei Xinglan that she couldn't do without dancing!

Bei Xinglan took a deep breath, "Do you really want to see it?"

"Ah."

"Then you accompany me, um, let me think about it, what tune is good, for pole dancing... Be more intense..."

"Ambush from all sides?" This Jun Qingyi was obviously very interested, and there was a sparkle in his eyes, but don't say, there was a kind of childishness in him like this, as if he had something very interesting, and there was a little more. Very peaceful, less black-bellied and cold.

"Ambush from all sides, let's do it..." Bei Xinglan glanced at him.

Jun Qingyi put his ten fingers on the string paper, and there was a clang, and the tones seemed to have life, several times in succession, reaching the highest point... Bei Xinglan was stunned, she hadn't heard of Flying Daggers, Guqin version She has heard House of Flying Daggers many times, and she even knows how to play it herself, but she has never heard such an interpretation of House of Flying Daggers. Each tone seems to have its own life, combined together, as if shouting, Reaching the extreme...

"Huh?" He kept looking at Bei Xinglan while flying his fingers.

Bei Xinglan burst out laughing, "Did you really dance?"

"Yeah!" He nodded seriously, looking at her without blinking.

With a movement of Bei Xinglan's waist, it danced like a spirit snake... But, the next second...

"..."

"..."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly!

At this time, Bei Xinglan was still blinking and blinking her big eyes, as if saying in those innocent big eyes, you insisted on letting me jump, don't blame me...

Jun Qingyi was struck by lightning again.

Such material, stroking thighs, navel, and even breasts... twisted like a snake, with a seductive arc...

"Amitabha, form is emptiness and emptiness is form..."

Bei Xinglan snorted and laughed wildly!

She knew it would be like this!
"This is pole dancing..." He continued to blink, as innocent as he could be.

Jun Qingyi remained silent.

"Really, you made me dance, don't blame me!"

"..."

The more she saw him like this, the happier Bei Xinglan was. It was really not easy. She was driven mad by him a few times, and it was rare to win the round!

However, Bei Xinglan hadn't laughed enough when she heard footsteps coming towards her one after another.

"It's over there—"

Bei Xinglan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly looked.

Jun Qingyi's expression gradually returned to normal, his green hands gently stroked the body of the piano... His brows and eyes were raised slightly, and the light in his eyes became colder...

"It's really her!"

"It's her who stole my storage bag, and the eight-petal spiritual grass of the Purple Cloud Saintess—"

Most of the martial artists who came here one after another were Bei Xinglan's acquaintances, such as... the square face of Xuan Yuzong, and the Bei family, Bei Linglong was obviously called out from sleep, wearing a cloak, staring He looked at Bei Xinglan again with wide eyes.

(End of this chapter)