He just stood there, his stature notably tall among the dancers, yet he towered over the professors.
His exquisite, jade-like face had slightly tilted, thin crimson lips, which looked roguish but captivating.
Moreover, he audaciously had a slender cigarette in his mouth. The graceful, blue smoke twirled around his thin lips, seemingly reluctant to leave.
His peach-blossom eyes slightly drooped, appearing to listen intently to whatever the professors were saying.
The professors, one by one, were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, almost breaking into tears of joy.
Di Jinxuan truly didn’t know that—even with a ten-year hiatus—Nangong Jin could hold such a prestigious position in the dance world.
She didn’t know because she had not been part of his glorious past.
He was acclaid as a prodigy at fourteen, and so far, he was the only one to achieve this at that age.
Thus, despite the professors being much older than him, they still treated him with great respect.
In dance, those who excel command respect, and whoever dances well is king of the world. No wonder these people admired him.
Even she, having seen just a casual dance of his, was extrely impressed and astonished.
For a mont, Di Jinxuan just stood there foolishly, not knowing whether to step forward or what to do, simply standing silently and watching him from afar.
She saw him listening intently; the smile on his lips seed amiable, though not the frivolous, heartless yet extrely enticing smile he usually showed her.
He didn’t talk much, just quietly listened, and after the professors seed to have finished, he extended his long fingers to clutch the cigarette and exhaled a ring of smoke, lightly nodded with a smile, and his thin crimson lips gently moved—he said a few simple words, definitely not many.
In such a setting, he seed sowhat out of place because he was casually smoking.
But surprisingly, no one told him not to smoke. The professors were even beaming up at him, chattering about sothing.
And the gathered group of girls looked at him with a feverish, obsessed gaze, not daring to blink.
Indeed, he was charming, rely standing there, so striking and stunning that even his casual smoking looked appealing.
Undoubtedly, he was a flamboyant, mature man.
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile, her gaze flowing over him like water.
She didn’t realize how long she had been quiet. No one called her, and the three girls beside her were also stunned, looking at Nangong Jin with surprised and fervent eyes, seemingly srized by him.
After a long while, Qin Yun finally ca to her senses, exhaling a long breath of relief, "Cool!"
Indeed, just by standing there doing nothing, he had the makings of soone to be obsessed about as if many beautiful words were not enough to describe him.
That inherent sexiness was rightly called enchanting.
Have you seen a man holding a big bouquet of roses while smoking?
Although giving flowers should be a very proper action, his roguish smoking turned this proper deed into sothing less proper.
Yet, these two sensations didn’t clash at all. In fact, they made him seem even more glamorous and tempting.
An improper man doing proper things gave off an indescribable flavor, altogether very alluring.
"Xuanxuan, aren’t you going over there?" Qin Yun nudged Di Jinxuan.
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