The Yandere Cold Boss's Little Wife Is on Fire

With the lights swaying and the deafening music playing, the private dance floor became her own stage. She resembles a night elf, exuding an irresistible charm. Her figure is light, and every step she takes steps on the rhythm of the drums. Her slender waist is like a soft willow in the wind. She plays with the melody, vividly interpreting the endless temptation. The long hair is flying freely like a waterfall, sometimes half covering her charming face, like a beautiful woman holding a pipa and half covering her face, adding a bit of mystery; sometimes falling down, revealing her bright and attractive eyes, blurred and confident intertwined in her eyes, as if there is an invisible force pulling the attention of others, making people unable to extricate themselves. Her red lips opened slightly, and she hummed softly to the music. The corners of her mouth were curved just right, and the mysterious charm came to her face, tugging at the heartstrings of everyone present. The man stood at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes locked on her figure, never moving away for a moment. Her eyes were full of surprise and admiration, as if a restraining spell had been cast on her, her breathing was rapid, her heart was beating violently with her dance steps, and the corners of her mouth were raised unconsciously, which was the most straightforward proof of her heartbeat. At this moment, she seemed to be the only one left in the whole world, shining brightly in his eyes.