Leng Yerong took two sips of wine. When he heard music coming from the changing room, he turned his head and looked over. He immediately choked on his wine.
His little ancestor bit a rose in her mouth like a dancer and stood sideways at the door of the dressing room. She threw the cell phone that was playing music on the bed, then put her hand on her head and winked at him.
In the romantic atmosphere and wonderful music, Xu Ying stood on her tiptoes. Her small white feet sank into the thick roses on the ground, and she walked toward him with the steps of an Angel and a demon.
Although she was not a dancer, she had been educated as a socialite since she was a child. She was involved in ballet, social dance, belly dance, and so on. She was so versatile that she wanted to show him all of them at this moment.
