Suddenly, as the violin played a G note, Enna's left hand was yanked, and she stumbled into the man's strong arm.
The scorching heat of his lips pressed against her earlobe, fatally hot, "Enna, if dancing can keep you looking at me, I really hope this dance won't stop!"
If dancing could make her look at him constantly without blinking, he would never want to stop, even if it ruined his legs! As long as she was willing to look, he would dance even if it meant crawling for her to see!
However, the climax of the night had not yet arrived.
Although he was reluctant to let her gaze leave him, he had to endure it.
When the violin played the last note, a black helicopter suddenly flew up from under the hotel, and the humming propeller swept up the rose petals from the rooftop. The rose petals seemed to take flight, swirling into a huge vortex of blossoms.
On the helicopter, the pilot poked his head out and reported respectfully, "Lord, everything is ready!"
Ready for what?
