Di Jinxuan should be one of those girls who appears obedient on the surface, yet contains a fiery passion within.
Perhaps even she herself hasn’t realized it, so it might be best for Nangong Jin to tap into that potential.
Or to put it in simpler terms, Di Jinxuan is quite good at dancing too, not bad among female dancers, or else she wouldn’t have gone abroad to compete.
But she hasn’t beco the Dance King, a legend, probably because she lacks a certain soulfulness, sothing innate that hasn’t been unleashed, restrained, repressed.
Gu Qibao rembered that ti in the private room at Dihai Lantian, where Nangong Jin did no more than five moves, just about a minute, or perhaps even less than that.
But the feeling of total liberation was genuinely exhilarating; it instantly felt as if one’s blood was boiling, as if sothing within had been ignited.
Still, there’s that saying, watching Di Jinxuan’s hot and spicy dance moves, as seductive and sensual as her figure might be, you’d only get a nosebleed.
Yet with just a few simple moves from Nangong Jin, you feel an instant urge to... well, you know.
It’s a bit crude to put it that way, but that’s the feeling it evokes.
That’s the difference between a master and an ordinary person, right there.
So honestly, if Di Jinxuan wants to make a mark in the dance world, Nangong Jin is undeniably her best bet!
She can hardly imagine what a sensation it would be if Nangong Jin personally taught Di Jinxuan a dance, and then they perford it together.
Gu Qibao can’t help but get excited about the idea, but she sees that Di Jinxuan seems utterly unmoved.
Instantly, she feels quite frustrated.
So sotis, that’s just how things are; what you think is good may not be so to soone else, and often the fallen flowers are keen, but the flowing water is ruthless.
There are tis when everyone else thinks sothing is precious, worth a fortune, yet you simply look down upon it.
Perhaps that just confirms the saying, "the loved ones have no vacancy, while the unattainable always cause restlessness."
So things, you really only understand if you’ve been there.
She just hopes that Di Jinxuan doesn’t miss out on this scenery.
Nangong Jin beca the center of attention, leading the elegance, tossing around two cases of booze, seemingly tired as well, playfully teasing with languor, he spread his hands, with a voice luxurious and sultry, "I apologize, didn’t prepare much booze."
His figure dashing, his features so beautiful they almost seed otherworldly, he was a man with a face even more delicate than a woman’s.
Even won couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, yet he didn’t seem feminine at all.
On the contrary, he was open-hearted, passionate, and oozing with authority.
This sort of man, even when he speaks politely, is just so agreeable, and commands respect.
The crowd laughed and cheered, the atmosphere buzzing, but surely there were those dissatisfied, whistling loudly, waving their hands, getting into the excitent, "Not enough, not enough, we haven’t had ours yet, over here, here!"
Nangong Jin smiled brilliantly, his flirtatious lips bold and extravagant, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, his bright smile dazzling to behold.
He feigned a great difficulty, jokingly saying, "If I hand out more, I’ll have no kk left, better save so kk."
A man who’s humorous and witty is always irresistible, let alone one who looks like a fairy incarnate.
The laughter grew louder, whistles piercing the air, "Yo-yo-yo, strip it off then."
"Yeah, hurry up, we won’t mind!"
"I really want to see!"
There were won covering their faces, screaming in excitent.
For a mont, the clamor, the rrint, the whistle blasts were incessant.
Gu Qibao was instantly dumbfounded, damn, it’s not like Brother Jin is performing just for you guys!
You want to ’take a look’? Look at what, damn it, you won’t even see a hair!
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