Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Da da.

Qi Yanqing snapped his fingers twice, the rhythm of his body rippling with the drumbeat.

A single beam of light shines out, and the jazz dance music is jubilant and enthusiastic, a little more casual than Latin.

Light swing of the head and shoulders, twisting of the waist and abdomen, intensive movements, Qi Yanqing tiptoed, bent his knees and leaned forward, and performed several difficult extra points at a very fast speed, and the multiple rhythms were perfectly integrated.

His dances are never just a show of skill, there is always a lot of emotion overflowing.

Qi Yanqing's dance always has a broken beauty.

There is a waist chain hanging around the waist, and the strong movement and rotation of the hips are particularly eye-catching. The twisted and slender waist is flexible and attractive.

Jazz dance is different from any kind of dance. It can be of any style without too many fixed rules. This kind of dance is also most suitable for Qi Yanqing who is unfettered. It is impossible for his improvisation to lose in jazz.

For the 15-minute dance, the biggest challenge for him is the consumption of stamina.

Qi Yanqing paused slightly, his footsteps were weak, his back was facing the camera, under the strong light, the sweat beads when he shook his hair were clearly illuminated by the white light, scattered on the side of his face, adding a bit of desire.

...it doesn't work.

Qi Yanqing accumulated strength and followed the rhythm to forcibly make a few extra points. The back of the neck hurts, as if he wants to pull all his strength away. The more his strength is lost, the more uncomfortable his glands are, and the hot feeling goes along with it. Meridians travel the whole body.

How could you really be in love.

Qi Yanqing bit his lower lip hard, biting the blood, his lower lip was stained with blood, but it only brought him a brief sobriety.

8 minutes to go... only half of the time has passed.

Qi Yanqing swallowed hard, he could already smell his own pheromone, the rose scent that was getting stronger and stronger.

The camera caught Qi Yanqing's straight face, just in time to capture the blood slid down from his lips, drawing meandering bloodstains along his chin.

This face was shown on the big screen, pale and blushing, with bright red blood on the corner of his lips, coupled with his cold and arrogant eyes, like a vampire prince just embracing his beloved baby.

"Ahhhhhhhhh help!"

"Bite me bite me! Qingshen bite me!"

"So handsome, so beautiful, the battle damage is YYDS!"

"This is not a competition, this is Tianxiu..."

6 minutes left.

Qi Yanqing had never experienced such torment, every second was stretched infinitely.

He suffered a severe loss of strength, and the feeling of loss of strength became more and more intense. The symptoms of estrus were too severe, his whole body was hot and sticky, his vision was blurred, his breathing was short of breath, his throat was dry and flaming.

His legs gave way suddenly, and he rolled to the ground and made a floor movement. Limbly, he picked up the top hat from the shelf next to him and put it on his head, covering half of his face. His long blue hair swayed against his cold white skin.

But even if he was in heat, he couldn't lose, so he exhausted his strength and died on the stage, and he had to finish the dance.

Qi Yanqing, a person who is dancing with his fingertips, every movement of him seems to be designed, this is a born dancer.

After blocking his expression, his movements became more tense, his body curled up, rhythmic, full of vibrating vibes and gentlemanly gentleness.

However, his pheromones are too strong.

The aroma of red roses will diffuse throughout the venue.

The glands covered by the long hair were already red, swollen and hot, and they couldn't bear to touch them.

Now I can cover my face for a while, but the pheromone can't be hidden later, and I'm in heat in public, it's really...

The auditorium also smelled it, and they all looked around.

"It smells so good, it smells like red roses."

"Qingshen's pheromone is a red rose, did Qingshen release the pheromone?"

"No way, Ye Wei was taken away because he released alpha pheromone on stage?"

"Not allowed in China, this is abroad. But there is no need to use pheromones to clear the mind..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, look! What's that!"

Suddenly, a person pointed at the gate of the venue. Outside there were three carts full of red roses, and dozens of workers were moving red roses down.

"There are flowers at all the doors! What's going on? Could it be made by some fanatic?"

Three or four large trucks were parked at the ten gates of the venue, and tons of roses were being taken down at a very fast speed.

It feels like spreading red makeup with red roses, the whole venue is surrounded by red roses, spreading out for nearly a hundred meters, it looks like a sea of ​​flowers from a distance.

The red roses have a strong fragrance, and the fragrance of the flowers wafts out for thousands of miles. The dew hangs on the petals and trembles with the wind, and the whole sea of ​​flowers is swaying like a flame.

With the last sound of the dance music, Qi Yanqing lost all strength. He supported his knees to prevent himself from falling down. His whole body was sore and throbbing.

But he couldn't continue to procrastinate, he had to bow and step down.

The moment Qi Yanqing took off his hat, he heard several loud bangs, and the screams of the audience suddenly became louder than everything else.

Several bouquets of rose fireworks exploded from the audience seats, and the sky filled with red petals fluttered and swirled down in mid-air.

I can only smell how fragrant and strong the red roses are.

All I could see was Qi Yanqing's beauty and beauty through the rain of petals.

Even the referees were startled, and they all stood up to watch the inexplicable petal shower, which was unruly and romantic.

"Qingshen, which fan did this, right? Red roses are your scent." Someone came up to speak.

Qi Yanqing clenched his fists and looked around blankly. In the 10,000+ square meter venue, the auditorium was filled with red rose petals. What's going on...

"Qi Yanqing!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from below the stage, and someone waved to him with a bouquet of roses.

Lu Yichao...

Qi Yanqing felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, he moved his lips and teeth a few times, and his eyes were uncontrollably hot and sour.

Lu Yichao stretched out his arms, "Jump down!"

There are many petals on his body, his clothes are messy and his hair looks a little embarrassed, but his deep black eyes are full of love.

Under the three-meter-high stage, he just spread his arms and waited for him to jump down.

Qi Yanqing has no strength anymore, his whole body is uncomfortably hot, his glands are so painful that he can't speak a complete sentence.

He only needs to take two steps forward, and he can fall into Lu Yichao's embrace.

Just now, he was worried about what to do if he was found in heat, and how he could leave here with dignity.

"I'll catch you." Lu Yichao said again, moving his hands towards him, his voice became more gentle, "Come on, jump off."

jump down.

Qi Yanqing took a step forward, and within less than a second, his body fell firmly into an embrace, and was hugged tightly by Lu Yichao.

Lu Yichao wrapped his arms around his waist, was pushed back two steps by the momentum, covered his head and neck with the rose in his hand, and patted his back softly.

"Not afraid."

Qi Yanqing was buried in his arms, her arms hugged his neck tightly, her hidden eyes gradually became hot and humid, soaking his shoulders.

The fragrance of red roses all over the venue made people wonder if this is the love of young people.

One of the referees got up and looked at the two people who were embracing each other, and couldn't help applauding, which was really enviable.

The petals did not float to the stage, they were all in the auditorium, which would not affect the subsequent games.

Lu Yichao picked him up and went back to the backstage of the competition.

Zhou Jian hurriedly opened the door of the dressing room, "Quick, quick! Come in!"

The two figures were tightly pressed together, hitting the door panel, their hot and humid breathing was short and dissatisfied.

Lu Yichao supported Qi Yanqing, and stroked his exposed slender waist with the other hand, and slowly slid up his back. When he pushed back his hair, he saw the glands, which were red and swollen and exuded a fragrance.

Really in love.

Qi Yanqing groaned, her body was weak and she couldn't stand leaning into Lu Yichao's arms, she tilted her head and kissed Lu Yichao's neck, biting his Adam's apple.

"Qing..." Lu Yichao hurriedly supported the side with his hands, his voice became hoarse, "Baby, don't bite..."

He asked about it too much, Qi Yanqing's glands are still in a dormant state, so he shouldn't be in heat, maybe he was stimulated by something.

Lu Yichao held his face and kissed his chaotic lips, the wet kisses were entangled together.

The thin door panel can't hide any breath at all.

The bouquet of roses was trampled by two people, the petals were smashed, and the juice was intoxicating. The wine-stained roses were in full bloom in the small simple dressing room.

Lu Yichao took out the barrier stickers from his pocket, and let Qi Yanqing kiss him, and he gently blew on the back of Qi Yanqing's neck.

"Hmm..." Qi Yanqing bowed his head comfortably and impatiently, letting him continue.

"Baby, I really want to... but now is not the time." Lu Yichao blew on his glands, and then put the barrier patch on.

She will be on stage to receive the award later, and she doesn't know why Qi Yanqing is in heat now, so she can't take risks.

The pheromone of brandy is much stronger than that of red rose, and it smells intoxicating.

Qi Yanqing leaned against Lu Yichao uncomfortably, and Lu Yichao was also covered in sweat, gently kissing and coaxing the baby in his arms.

He wanted to continue more than Qi Yanqing who was in heat.

He took the medicine twice, and he was really worried that his glands were out of control, but he still couldn't control it.

"Slowly, lean against me slowly." Lu Yichao kissed his ear in a low and hoarse voice, rubbed against him stickily, hugged his whole body tightly, and rubbed his back repeatedly.

Qi Yanqing hummed, buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, and slowly encircled his waist with her hands hanging by her sides.

Lu Yi rolled towards his Adam's apple a few times, and his voice became hoarse, "Go back from here...we'll settle it later."

Qi Yanqing snorted a few times, Lu Yichao was so hot that he almost went crazy, and then Qi Yanqing bit his neck.

His breathing stopped suddenly, he lifted Qi Yanqing's head and bent over to kiss his lips again, his rapid breathing was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, the soles of both of their shoes were covered with crushed roses, dyed a piece of red.

Qi Yanqing's estrus period is only temporarily restrained, and cannot withstand a little teasing.

Zhou Jian waited outside, making her blush when she was close, but afraid of being discovered if she was far away.

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes. Just now, he saw Lu Yichao holding a rose in the audience to welcome someone, and he was very moved when he saw that scene.

Lu Yichao came over two or three minutes after Qi Yanqing took the stage.

Ask him what happened to Qi Yanqing?Is it uncomfortable, is it in heat?

Then I got more than a dozen cars of roses in less than 10 minutes, and contacted the competition team, saying that it would not affect the normal competition, and wanted to make a little surprise in the audience and pay the venue fee.

At that time, he looked at the place where he didn't intervene, marveling at Lu Yichao's ability to talk to people, he didn't show any anxiety or dissatisfaction throughout the whole process, and he did all these things with a smile.

But he knew that Lu Yichao was very anxious, and when he occasionally looked at Qi Yanqing, his eyes were full of nervousness, and his back was soaked.

Unable to wait any longer, Zhou Jian knocked on the door of the dressing room.

"Cough... Well, I didn't wink, you two came out almost! Why are you staying in there for so long... Restraint, restraint! It's almost over and you have to give an award! Don't do that... It's not good to make a mark ..."

Zhou Jian hugged Huadiao's cat bag, "Baby, I think you will no longer be a single-parent family."

"Meow." Hua Diao raised her head and sniffed.

In the dressing room, Lu Yichao's clothes were ripped apart, he hummed and hugged Qi Yanqing, his voice was so breathless that he couldn't hear clearly, "Qi Yanqing, don't go to give awards..."