In the end, Nangong Jin embraced her from behind with deep affection and murmured, "I want to fill the entire room with fresh flowers, have flowing water, a mini forest, toys, pets, just like a paradise. Would you like to live here every day? Do you feel like dancing gracefully?"
His depiction was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but let her heart soar, nodding slightly. She murmured in agreent, "Yes."
"Do you know how to waltz the Viennese Waltz?" Nangong Jin’s voice rose sensually from behind, deep and rich with splendor.
"Will you dance it with ?" Di Jinxuan was surprised.
"Is that not possible?" Nangong Jin countered.
At that mont, Di Jinxuan almost wanted to cry, nodding frantically, "Yes, but I only know a little, just the basic steps, I’m not very good at it."
"No worries, you have your husband." Nangong Jin responded tenderly, turning her around to face him.
He looked at her, smiled softly, then raised his hand, his eyes tenderly beckoning, "Give your hand to your husband."
Di Jinxuan carefully extended her hand, he pulled, and her lower body pressed tightly against him.
The Viennese Waltz is a slow waltz that focuses on spinning, with the dancers’ lower bodies closely aligned and their upper bodies gracefully apart.
Their bodily movents of rising, leaning, swaying, and stepping generate continuous and elegant dance motions.
It is an eighteenth-century dance that was popular among the nobility, graceful and beautiful.
"Relax." Nangong Jin comforted her, noticing she was still a bit stiff.
"Okay." Di Jinxuan nodded, gradually relaxing under his tender gaze, entrusting her body to him.
The dance inherently requires the male to lead and the female to follow closely, yet allow a slight distance.
"Let’s start." Nangong Jin smiled, his broad palm firmly on her back, the other hand gripping hers tightly, raised high.
Their lower bodies were in a crossing and closely touching position, precisely, Nangong Jin’s right leg between her legs and Di Jinxuan’s right leg between his.
This position is the standard stance of the waltz, allowing them to rise, sway, and spin together.
At that mont, there was no music, yet Nangong Jin humd, "Every night in my dreams, I see you. I feel you."
With his lodious and gentle singing, he bent his knees, then straightened, took a sharp step forward, a firm and steady force pushed Di Jinxuan to bend her knees, rise, then step back significantly.
Then he began to spin, his strides large, completely stabilizing her movents, his steps aligning with hers, totally leading her.
One round, two rounds, three rounds, in and out, rise and fall, spinning, leaning — each step tid perfectly with the music.
This high level of synchronization brought a sensation of flying, as if not dancing but spinning in the clouds, without a need to consider steps because his lead was impeccable.
She only needed to enjoy the sensation brought by dancing, the dizzying joy.
His tender smile at the corners of his lips ward her, his bright peach-blossom eyes dazzled her, he, like a king ruling the Dance World, was noble and elegant, masterfully controlling her body with effortless ease.
They danced from the edge of the room to its center, then from the center to every corner on the edge.
The intricate steps intertwined, their bodies rising and falling gracefully and beautifully, like two butterflies dancing unfetteredly among the flowers, beauty at its pinnacle.
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