The girl suddenly stood on tiptoe, and a feathery kiss landed on his lips. Soft and creamy.

It was rare for the girl to take the initiative, Zhou Youan couldn't help but reach out and clasp her waist, and before she retreated, the other hand supported the back of her head, pressed her towards herself, and deepened the kiss.

After a long time, Zhou Youan let go of her.

Both were a little out of breath.

Especially Nuobao, with a red face, big black and white eyes glowing with water, looked at him angrily, and complained in a delicate and soft voice: "I can't walk, my legs are weak!" ”

Zhou Youan didn't understand anything, so he squatted down in front of her honestly and said, "Come up." ”

Nuobao was not polite, climbed directly on his back, and did not forget to pat him on the shoulder: "Drive!" ”

Zhou Youan: ......

Wait for the master, sooner or later he will ride back.

There are not many male students in the dance department, and they don't add up to more than single digits. Even the military training is with the director department next door.

Except for Zhou Youan, who chose this because there was no other choice, the others either really like to dance, or because there are many beautiful women in the dance department, and there are more meat and fewer wolves.

However, there are so many beautiful dancers, all of them are white-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, delicate, and soft.

And Zhou Youan has a feeling of standing out from the crowd among a group of beauties, regardless of gender, he compares a group of girls with his appearance alone.

Just ask the beauties if they are angry.

For a while at the beginning of the class, the girls in the class often accosted him.

It's just that there are few people who talk to him.

It's not comparable to the appearance, if you want to hook up, you can't hook up yet, and you want to dance the psychological shadow area of the beauties.

"Who's that man?"

At the door of the dance club, a girl in a black practice uniform stopped and turned around. The light practice clothes outline the slender and perfect curves, and the long hair is tied into a high ponytail at the back of the head, revealing the white swan neck and the green ear roots, giving people a very fresh feeling.

The girl next to her looked at her and said, "Zhou Youan! You don't even know him? The new school grass in our school, the "Department of Flowers" in the Dance Department, I heard that I was a trainee abroad before, and it was quite popular. After returning to China, I participated in a variety show, and the one who quit halfway through Zhao Pengyu's participation last time. ”

"He's also from the dance department?" The girl was surprised.

Half of the boys who learn dance feel like they are very girly, but the other party doesn't feel that way at all.

The girl nodded, "Oh, by the way, I'm still in the same class as you!" ”

"You just said he was the flower of the dance department?"

"The rules of our dance department have always been to only evaluate the flowers of the department and not the grass, and his appearance is the highest in our department, and he killed all the girls in the dance department in seconds, so everyone rated him as a flower!" Speaking of this, the girl couldn't help laughing, "Don't say it, in the past, no matter who was chosen, there were always people who were not convinced, but this time no one had any objections, isn't it interesting?" ”

"It's pretty handsome." The girl curled her lips, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes: "I have decided, I will chase him." ”

"Ahh The girl next to her was stunned, "But others are quite proud." I heard that I didn't even talk to a girl. Every time I finished it, I went straight away. Many girls in the school wanted to add him to WeChat, but none of them were added. ”

"So innocent?"

The girl's eyes became more and more interested, and then she took a step towards the other party.