Suddenly, when the violin played a G note, Enen's left hand was yanked fiercely, and she tumbled into the firm embrace of the man.
The scorching lips pressed against her earlobe, the deadly heat, "Enen, if dancing means you keep looking at me, I really wish this dance would never stop!"
If dancing could keep her gaze fixed on him, unblinking, he wished he could dance forever, even if it meant dancing his legs to exhaustion! As long as she was willing to watch, even if his legs failed, he would dance for her on his hands and knees!
However, the highlight of tonight had yet to come.
Even though he didn't want her gaze to leave him, he had to bear it for a while.
As the violin played its final note, a black helicopter suddenly rose from beneath the hotel, the buzzing propellers whipping up the rose petals on the top floor, sending them flying like a vast vortex of flowers.
