The hem of their clothes fluttered lightly, the water-blue dress gauzy and gentle as water. The red brocade robe, fiery and fervent.
Every step Mu Qingge took landed perfectly on the beat. Qin Yiyao hardly needed to do anything, just follow her lead.
"Relax, I’ve got everything covered." Sensing Qin Yiyao’s tension, Mu Qingge whispered softly in her ear.
A warm breath brushed past the tip of her ear.
Qin Yiyao’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, her ear tips turning red. ’Relax, I’ve got everything covered.’ These ordinary words made her feel an unexpected sense of reliance.
This feeling was unfamiliar to her.
Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but her body faithfully relaxed its tension.
Her fair cheeks blushed a rosy hue. In the midst of the dance, Qin Yiyao stole a glance at the profile so close to her. Those clear, deep eyes held not a hint of frivolity, clean enough to evoke guilt. The exceptionally beautiful face suddenly seemed less detestable, making her subconsciously want to trace it with her gaze.
The tango represents passionate heat.
Yet, in Mu Qingge’s dance steps, it unfolded a different kind of allure. The two danced gracefully, sometimes like entwined lovers, at others like separated ones.
The crisp, deft steps, the upright posture, moving with the melody, merging strength with softness, elevated this dance beyond those superficial courtly performances.
The wind began to rise.
It lifted the fallen petals in the garden, sweeping the pink petals into the air, toward the stage.
They all seemed drawn by the two’s enchanting dance moves, accompanying them in dance.
The unfamiliar dance steps, the wondrous feeling, made Qin Yiyao lose her sense of reason for the first time. She moved with Mu Qingge’s motions, her whole being like a fluttering butterfly, with a sense of freedom breaking away from restraints.

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