He lowered his eyes and looked at her with interest. A slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and there was gentleness and tenderness in his deep eyes. "Why should I do this?"

Her weak, boneless hands were pressed against his chest. Through the layers of fabric, she could still feel the hot skin under her fingers. Lin Lu moved his face slightly, and the weak light shone on her face.

The skin looks like a newborn baby, turning red when touched.

"First... let me go first."

Lin Lu struggled slightly and found that he had not moved at all and was still held in Qin Jiusheng's arms.

"You are dressed so beautifully today, dance with me."

His deep voice was like a glass of mellow and strong wine, quietly arousing turmoil and anxiety in her heart.

Lin Lu frowned. She had not danced for a long time. Her father taught her ballroom dancing seven years ago when he was still alive. After that, she had no chance or interest to dance again.

But if she disagrees, the man in front of her will not let her go.

"I...I won't."

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."

Qin Jiusheng let go of her, took two steps back, stretched out his slender fingers toward her, and bent slightly, in a typical gentleman's manner.

Lin Lu hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly handed her hand to him. Her cold little hand gently rested on his gentle and strong big hand.

The two bodies were close to each other. He bent down and pressed her cheek against hers, rubbing his ears and temples together, "Don't be afraid, just follow my pace."

Lin Lu blinked her eyes. The word "scared?" did not exist in her dictionary.

Qin Jiusheng's warm fingers fell on the curve of her waist, and his steps were light and slow. Under his gentle guidance, her dance steps gradually merged with Qin Jiusheng's steps, intertwining into a perfect painting. The dance was graceful, and she tried her best to tiptoe

Follow his lead.

No music, just follow your heart.

The bright moonlight shines into the room, slanting on her delicate little face, coating her long and thick eyelashes with a layer of silver frost, making her as beautiful as a fairy who has fallen into the world.

As soon as the dance was over, Qin Jiusheng let go of her and leaned over her slightly.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang, and He Shuixian saw that she hadn't come back for so long, so he sent her a text message.

Where are you?

This crisp and sweet ringtone broke the original warmth and romance in the room.

She lowered her eyes, browsed the general content, put her phone away, and said calmly: "It's time for me to go back."

Qin Jiusheng's face was dark, and he seemed dissatisfied with being disturbed.

"Um."

When Lin Lu passed by him, his outstretched hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. He turned around and tucked the remaining hair on her cheek behind her ear. The two of them were so close that she could smell Qin Jiusheng's body.

The scent of quiet perfume filled the sides of her nose with a faint fragrance.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and an inexplicable palpitation surged in her heart.

"Go ahead."

His deep and hoarse voice came to my ears.

Lin Lu finally came to his senses and walked out.

She quickly found He Shuixian in the crowd, who was chatting happily with Yun Yimiao.

He Shuixian saw her coming and waved to her.

She raised her eyes and looked at the dignified man in front of her. Yun Yimiao nodded slightly towards her, his graphite-like eyes twinkling with a gentle smile, like the stars in the sky shining brightly, and even his handsome eyebrows also had soft ripples.

, gentle and elegant, the whole person is like a spring breeze.

Roughly speaking, the people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

It's amazing and feels wonderful.

"Ms. Lin, we meet again." His thin lips were slightly opened, and the sharp corners of his lips curved into a shallow arc.

"Mr. Yun, do you know Wu Yue?" He Shuixian was a little surprised.

"I have met Miss Lin several times."

His soft voice was like wind kissing his cheek, making him feel intoxicated.

Just as He Shuixian was about to say something, Li Bei waved to her: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yun, you guys want to talk first, I have something else to do."

After He Shuixian left, she looked up at the man in front of her, tilted her head and asked cutely: "Have we known each other before?"

His face always appeared in her mind, as if she had seen it before and was very familiar.

Yun Yimiao smiled slightly, with tender eyes: "I have never been to Shencheng before, and I have never seen Miss Lin."

He continued to ask: "Ms. Lin, how are you preparing for the art exhibition? It will be held next week."

"Yeah." Lin Lu responded lightly.

"I have seen Miss Lin's paintings. "Black and White" is a very controversial work, but in my opinion it is an excellent painting, showing the dark side of human nature to its fullest. I don't know if Miss Lin will

How about showing "Black and White" again?" He lowered his eyes and tightened slightly.

The work "Black and White" is her famous work. As much as those people like "Black and White", there are many people who slander her, thinking that she does not have the ability to draw. When she first conceived this work, she did not know why she had it in her mind.

I conceived this painting right away, as if I had practiced it thousands of times, and it was done in one go.

"It will appear in art exhibitions."

Lin Lu raised her eyes and looked at him, something strange flashed in her clear eyes. She could feel that Yun Yimiao deliberately restrained his breath in front of her. His gentle and lingering smile was not fake, but came from the heart.

"Ms. Lin is so talented, but she learned painting from He Shuixian?" Yun Yimiao's smile deepened at the corner of her eyes, and she was graceful.

Perhaps it was because he had been ill all year round that he spoke extremely slowly, softly, and ethereally, as if the wind had kissed his cheek uncontrollably.

"Hmm." Lin Lu was thinking that she should have learned painting from He Shuixian. She had never been exposed to this before.

"I've been doing a lot of research on Chinese painting recently. I wonder when Miss Lin will be able to discuss it with me?" Yun Yimiao kept his eyes on her face, taking in all her expressions.

Lin Lu frowned, a hint of reluctance flashed across her face: "It's up to you."

After thinking about it, he agreed to his request for He Shuixian's sake. After all, Yun Yimiao was the largest investor and he was also He Shuixian's boss.

"Ms. Lin, I am not suppressing you with my status, and you don't have to worry that I will trip up He Shuixian. I just want to make friends with Miss Lin as a painting friend. If Miss Lin doesn't want Yun, I won't force it.

"Yun Yimiao chuckled.

"No, I have time after the exam."

Indeed, after she finished taking the exam and then participating in the competition, she basically had nothing to do afterwards.

"When the time comes, I will ask Xiao Ran to pick up Miss Lin."

After Yun Yimiao finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently. He covered his lips with one hand, his expression was painful, and a layer of bright red appeared on his pale face. He touched his pocket and found that it was empty. The handkerchief in it had been removed by him.

Throw it away.

Then Lin Lu handed him the only tissue in his handbag.

A pair of white and slender fingers appeared in his sight.
Chapter completed!