For several days, although Tian Yue and Qu Wenfeng were both rehearsing in a dance studio, the two did not say a word, one did not dare to say it, but they did not know how to say it, what topic to use, and what to say. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe solo part of the two has been almost practiced, followed by the practice of the pas de deux part, however, now the two don't even have a normal conversation, let alone any eye or heart contact. The practice of the ensemble dance part is simply a mess, either the two have no expression and no communication, or it is like a fight, Puel is watching from the sidelines, and he is also full of questions, there is no problem with the movements and dance steps, but he always feels that the two look like they are separated, although they are carried out according to the dance steps they have choreographed, but there is no soul. Puel, who regards dance as life, really can't stand it, this is not the effect he wants, he can't tolerate emotionless and lifeless, lifeless dance like mechanical production, so he immediately shouted to stop and let the two of them rest, before Puel left, he said to the two young people: "As a dancer, I think you should know that dance has feelings and life, I hope you will pour your heart into it, treat it as life." ”

Qu Wenfeng came to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and stared at the mirror in a daze, recalling what Puel said just now, he also used to regard dance as his life, but now he 。。。。。。 Could it be that with the departure of Yue, dance is to remove all meanings? Qu Wenfeng kept asking himself in his heart, looking for the answer buried deep in his heart. Looking through the mirror, Qu Wenfeng saw Tian Yue walking in, so he lowered his head and rinsed his hands. Tian Yue came to the sink next to Qu Wenfeng, looked in the mirror, and asked lightly while arranging his hairstyle, "Do you want to keep silent about me like this all the time?" Qu Wenfeng didn't answer, turned off the faucet, picked up the paper towel placed on the carding table to dry his hands, and was about to leave, when Tian Yue grabbed his shoulders, turned around, and pushed into the bathroom cubicle. Tian Yue pressed Qu Wenfeng against the wall and locked the door of the compartment with his backhand.

Due to the difference in size, Tian Yue, who was half a head taller than Qu Wenfeng, supported the wall with both hands, imprisoned him in his arms, lowered his head slightly, and pressed against Qu Wenfeng's forehead, and became low due to the deliberate suppression of his voice, "How long are you going to run away from me?" Do you hate me so much that you can't avoid it? Qu Wenfeng lowered his eyes and said lightly, without a trace of emotion: "I don't hate you," don't turn her face, avoiding Tian Yue's burning eyes, "But also, I don't like you." "Really?" Tian Yue asked with a little heartache, "Then, why didn't you refuse the kiss that morning, if it wasn't for that phone call, perhaps, we would have done much more than that", he said, forcibly pulling Qu Wenfeng's face with his hand, forcing him to look at himself, and lowering his head to grab the stubborn lips.

Qu Wenfeng was seized by this sudden kiss, so his consciousness couldn't think, he slowly closed his eyes, and let Tian Yue conquer the city in his mouth. After a long time, Tian Yue let go of Qu Wenfeng, who was about to suffocate, and showed a triumphant smile. Qu Wenfeng only felt ashamed of himself at this time, "What a madman!" He opened the door and walked out of the bathroom in a rage. And Tian Yue, who was still in the cubicle, leaned against the wall, still maintaining that smile on his face, as if he had reached some kind of conspiracy, or rather, found the answer he wanted. However, neither Tian Yue nor Qu Wenfeng noticed that there was a pair of eyes that witnessed all this in the dark.