deep vegetation

[Extra episode [-]: Chase]

Note: The tunes and dances in the article are all brain supplements...don't take it seriously

According to the usual practice, there will be a personal banquet for the head of the special high school when he ascends the throne, and Yoshimasa Fujita is a temporary agent who has not yet become a full-time official, and the matter of Yoko Nanada is pending, so this matter has been shelved.By the time the Japanese military department remembered it, it had been put on hold for about a week.

Wang Manchun turned on the phonograph in the bedroom, and the melodious tune slowly entered her ears, taking all the strength out of her body.

She liked to dance very much when she was a girl.

From passionate cha-cha, to glamorous tango, to gorgeous and graceful waltz, she is not proficient in it, but she likes it.

Every woman has such a dream.The man she loves will hold her in his arms and lead her to dance to the rhythm of the music. The two of them are very close, and they can feel each other's breath blowing the broken hair in their ears.The flavors of each other blend together, as if two people should be one.

She curled herself up on the single sofa with the milk in hand.

She and Minglou had never danced.

In other words, Minglou doesn't like dancing.

Like a refined scholar, he never participated in the social activities of the upper class, even if he attended, it was only in salons or banquets. As for the ball, he would try his best to refuse.

And he left for France before she graduated, so she didn't even find a prom partner, and slipped out to the red house to eat cake halfway.

Later in the military academy, she just danced with her dance teacher and learned a variety of dance moves to make up for the regrets she had when she was a girl.At every dance after work, she would dress beautifully and sit on the side. Due to the nature of the work, no one dared to ask her out.

It should be the same this time.

She closed her eyes, stretched her body, put her long legs on the armrest, and her calves swayed in rhythm.

The door opened suddenly.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and almost shot the gun under the sofa cushion, only to be relieved when she saw her coming.

"Don't even knock on the door?" she complained, "If my reflex is too severe, you will already be lying on the ground."

"I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it." Mingcheng smiled, came in and closed the door behind his back: "Ah Qing said you were in the bedroom, so I came to you directly."

He tilted his head: "Cha Cha?"

"Yes, it's inappropriate for me not to go to Fujita's personal banquet tomorrow." She put the undrinked milk on the coffee table, still nestling on the sofa in that idle posture, "It's a pity that I can only go to see it every time." Others have enjoyed dancing, but no one has ever asked me out."

Ah Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you need me as a dance partner?"

"I don't want Fujita to take advantage of our relationship. With his way of doing things, he must use this as a threat to let one of us do things for him." She stretched her waist and said, "What's the matter with you?" thing?"

"It's okay, I miss you." He took off his coat, hung it on her hanger, listened to the music and said, "I've heard this song before, it's a great tango."

"That's right." She raised her petite feet and looked at him sideways: "Do you still have research on this?"

"I learned it in school," he said. "It's a pity that we are basically a bachelor's school. No one dances this dance with me."

She suddenly showed a little fox-like smile.

"How about I accompany you?"

Ah Cheng was startled, then smiled and unbuttoned his suit: "Okay."

He went to adjust the phonograph, and Man Chun took this opportunity to find a long skirt from the closet.

Snow white, with lace, the back is tied with a ribbon, revealing her white and smooth back.So she loosened her long hair, and the waterfall of black hair made her skin whiter.

Ah Cheng waited for her to tidy up, and stretched out his hand to her: "Come."

His hands were big, with slender fingers, hooking her fingertips with a seductive feeling.

Ah Cheng is a man who can make people drunk from his fingers.

And his smile, like red wine hanging on a glass, will make people addicted.

He stretched his arms around her waist, and lightly pressed her against his arms, and the hand that made her so touching circulated on her back.

"You don't need to be so close." She tried to push him away, but she felt his laughter coming from her chest: "You did it on purpose!"

Suppressing his laughter, he led her into the dance regardless of her resistance.

Tango, the melody is bright and intense, with a kind of passion towards death, just like moths to a flame.She hadn't heard the song Ah Cheng changed, but her dance steps kept up with him, dancing freely.

The ground was covered with a soft carpet, and she stepped on it with her bare feet, and the chill flowed upwards from her calf, so she had no choice but to stick her whole body against his body, absorbing all the warmth.His leather shoes brushed past her feet, wrapping her in the cold and making her shiver slightly.

"Do you know the name of this song?" He asked in her ear.

She adjusted her pace to the tight rhythm and shook her head slightly.

""Chase"."

"What this song says is what is expected but not attainable."

"That woman has been chasing her all her life, but in the end it was just a dream." Ah Cheng looked at her with tender eyes: "But she didn't know, she was intoxicated in the dream, thinking that he would love her."

The sudden welling of tears in her eyes caught him off guard.

Man Chun turned her head, pressed her face against his, and asked softly, "I'm not dreaming now, am I?"

She exhaled like blue, tears stained his cheeks along the corners of her eyes, and slid to the corners of his mouth.

He took her around in a circle and kissed away her tears: "No."

"Then you...is that you?"

He was stunned.

Is he him?Or, Mingcheng, Secretary Ming, Second Young Master Ming, butler of the Ming family?

"It's me." He held her back tightly with his hands: "At this moment, the one in front of you is me." He put his earlobe in his mouth: "Do you believe me?"

Man Chun only felt his body go limp, and all the cells in his body were awakened, starting from the very end of his limbs to respond clamorously.

She grabbed the hand on his right shoulder and put it around his neck, and then kissed it lightly: "You are mine."

He grabbed her slender waist and replied vaguely: "I'm yours."

"You can only love me..." She pressed her chin against him, and looked up into his eyes.

Only after getting closer did he realize that he had just finished socializing, his lips still smelled of alcohol, and the smile and drunkenness in his beautiful eyes blended, as if he wanted to drown her to death.

When she became interested, she licked his lips like a cat, until he couldn't bear it anymore, and firmly controlled her slender waist, turning her back.

The dance music is long and intense.

Her long skirt was rolled up, revealing her plump thighs, coiled around his waist.

The ribbon on her back was untied, all her strength was concentrated on her legs, her clothes were messily pulled down to her waist, and the scenery on her chest was frankly presented in front of him, waiting for his kiss.

His kiss plundered the city and plundered the city, depriving her of all breath, leaving her no leeway.

The warm lips moved from the lips to the neck, leaving a mark on her collarbone.

"Remember to wear a high collar for tomorrow's dance." He reminded with a smirk.

She freed herself from her confusion, and landed her fist on his back shoulder without hesitation: "Damn it, I still wanted to wear this..." Before she could finish speaking, he blocked her back.

"No." He pulled the ribbon behind her and said, "This dress can only be worn by me."

I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness or because he was pretending to be drunk, the thin lace was easily torn apart in his hands, and the long skirt on his body soon became tattered fabric.

"This dress is a limited edition, you have to pay me..." She acted like a baby.

Ah Cheng put her down on the bed: "Okay, I will pay you."

His kiss invaded again.

"I'll pay you myself too, do you want it?"

She put her arms around his neck and laughed until he pinched her waist and possessed her whole body.

Pleasure and sadness swept over at the same time, she found a place on his neck, bit down gently, leaving a small mark.

"Yes." She whispered into his ear angrily, "The two of us should have harmed each other."

Ah Cheng smiled lowly, and kissed her lips.

The dance music continues.

Then, amidst the beauty, it came to an abrupt end.

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