闪电算

Ye Xingguang’s hand dropped onto Xiao Mi Hu’s shoulder, whispering something in her ear, to which Xiao Mi Hu responded with a smile. Then, they began to dance.

Ye Xingguang in a white shirt performed the male steps, and Xiao Mi Hu in a long dress performed the female steps.

While she was a girl, the steps she took exuded a sense of grandeur even more extravagant than a man’s, carrying an undertone of languid tenderness.

The alternating bright and dim lights shone on the two girls.

This unconventional sight was not comical or ludicrous. Instead, it was refreshing. The girl executing the male steps moved with agility and power. Each motion, every action, was measured just right, exuding confidence and arrogance.

The girl performing the female steps, although stiff at first, increasingly moved with confidence and grace under the rhythmic lead of the other girl, like a lightweight disc gliding in the air.

Their commanding performance of the waltz in the dance floor was captivating.

The girl in the white shirt would occasionally lean in, whispering something into the ear of the girl in the long dress, as if sharing a secret or flirting.

The girl in the long dress, unknowingly, cheeks flushed, aroused curiosity about their conversation.

Even though everyone knew the two girls couldn’t possibly be lovers, the sight suggested an illusion of amorous exchanges between lovers on the dance floor.

Mo Fei, who was initially seated on the couch with a glass of wine, had unknowingly fixed her gaze on the back of the girl in the white shirt on the dance floor, jealousy brewing inside her, as if she had knocked over a jar of vinegar.

Ye Jun Qing, after a short exchange with some friends outside, walked in to find this scene and couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

A sense of jealousy instinctively arose in his heart.

Don’t these two girls realize that they are both committed to someone else? Yet here they are, intimately dancing in front of their partners, lost in their playful world…

Xiao Mi Hu was too excited. She had only learned for two months, but following Ye Xingguang’s lead, she felt like a radiant heroine, nailing the dance impeccably.

She felt as if she were floating~~

Ye Xingguang had told her to imagine herself dancing with an outlaw during their sweetest moments.

Xiao Mi Hu closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with nostalgia of the happy times with her outlaw, as Ye Xingguang guided her in a continuous whirl. She feared multiple times that Ye might not hold up, yet a mistake never occurred.

A soft beam of light trickled down from the crystal chandelier above the dance floor, fracturing into bewitching sparks right above their heads…

The girls’ dance was so passionate it was indescribable.

The other dancers gradually withdrew from the dance floor, leaving a clear stage for the two girls.

Because they were just that good.

Man on the left, woman on the right, advancing and retreating, pushing and pulling — utterly flawless…

At this moment, everyone forgot about their gender, crowding around them, making the dance floor the most dazzling center.

Only two jilted men, feeling cuckolded, couldn’t watch anymore. Almost in sync, they slipped past the crowd into the dance floor, attempting to stake their claim.

Ye Xingguang held onto Xiao Mi Hu’s fingers, initiating a spin.

The next second, her waist was gently pulled into the embrace of another man, while the spinning Xiao Mi Hu’s hand was smoothly taken over by another man…

The solo dances by the two girls instantaneously became a couples’ dance. The ambiguity on the dance floor once again escalated…