She closed her eyes slightly, composing music in her heart, lifting one side of her skirt slightly with her jade hands, lifting her little feet off the ground, tapping, stepping, and spinning. Sometimes she frowned slightly, sometimes she bent over and raised her hands in the shape of a lotus, sometimes she put her wrists on the gauze, her waist was slightly twisted, her wide sleeves swayed softly, and the gauze was flowing. She stepped onto the round stone chair and stood on the table. Her soft hands kept waving, like butterflies flying in the air.
What a nice view.
Xiao Anzi was stunned, no wonder the young master was so fascinated.
"Master?"
"Huh?" The man opposite responded, still looking at the dancing woman in the pavilion.
"Does the young master like that woman?"
Her thin lips curved into a mocking arc, "No."
He didn't want to send a new corpse in front of that woman.
What he got was a mixed answer. Xiao Anzi pursed his lips, said nothing, lowered his head and did what he should do.
The dancing hand suddenly dropped down, and Miaowu stopped.
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